May Night
May Night
Poem
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing-
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
Notes
Written by Sara Teasdale.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Image: A Red Plum Branch against the Summer Moon (c. mid–1840s) by Utagawa Hiroshige 歌川 広重 (1797-1858).
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