A delicate fabric of bird song <br />Floats in the air, <br />The smell of wet wild earth <br />Is everywhere. <br /> <br />Red small leaves of the maple <br />Are clenched like a hand, <br />Like girls at their first communion <br />The pear trees stand. <br /> <br />Oh I must pass nothing by <br />Without loving it much, <br />The raindrop try with my lips, <br />The grass with my touch; <br /> <br />For how can I be sure <br />I shall see again <br />The world on the first of May <br />Shining after the rain?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-day-2/
