May Night

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Title:     May Night
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

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.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: May Night

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