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MAY PASTORAL, by                    
First Line: They have no like, the hours spent with you
Last Line: My being all aquiver with delight.


They have no like, the hours spent with you.
They are the essence Time distills from joy.
The world becomes a many-colored toy,
Our swift delight -- plaything to young gods due.
The dusty path, the shadows on the river,
The soft, cool air at dusk, lawns smelling sweet,
A glance, a smile, a kiss on a still street --
The gifts of Love, two young gods each a giver,

And though these hours must yield and I resume
My taskwork, and dark ages intervene
Until your magic light again is seen,
I conjure your swift presence in this room --
Reliving with you each enchanted night,
My being all aquiver with delight.





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