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THOU COMEST, MAY by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

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First Line: THOU COMEST, MAY, WITH LEAVES AND FLOWERS
Last Line: BEAT TIME, AND STILL NO MUSIC COMES.
Subject(s): SPRING;
Thou comest, May, with leaves and flowers,
And nights grow short, and days grow long;
And for thy sake in bush and tree,
The small birds sing, both old and young;
And only I am dumb and wait
The passing of a fish-like state.

You birds, you old grandfathers now,
That have such power to welcome spring,
I, but a father in my years,
Have nothing in my mind to sing;
My lips, like gills in deep-sea homes,
Beat time, and still no music comes.



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