Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SKIES ARE GAY, 'TIS MERRY MAY, by PAUL FORT


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THE SKIES ARE GAY, 'TIS MERRY MAY, by                    
First Line: Beyond the hedge the sea doth glint. Never shell shone so well. One
Last Line: Weep his fate to-day. The skies are gay, 'tis merry may.
Subject(s): May (month); Sea; Sky; Ocean


Beyond the hedge the sea doth glint. Never shell shone so well. One longs to go
a-fishing in't. The skies are gay, 'tis merry May.

Sweet is the sea beyond the hedge, soft and bland as baby's hand. One longs to
kiss its crinkled edge. The skies are gay, 'tis merry May.

'Tis with the breeze's fingers clever, all ashine with needles fine, that hedge
and sea are sewn together. The skies are gay, 'tis merry May.

Upon the hedge the waves display their fluttering bits of foamy spray. White
sails are flashing o'er the bay. The skies are gay, 'tis merry May.

The hedge, it is an ocean deep where golden scarab beetles sleep. Black whales
are ungainlier far. The skies are gay, 'tis merry May.

Soft as a tear upon the cheek the sea's a tear upon the hedge that softly seeks
the water's edge. But one has no desire to weep.

"A lad has fallen in the wave." "Dead in the sea! A goodly grave!" One cannot
weep his fate to-day. The skies are gay, 'tis merry May.





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