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Robert Laurence Binyon - May MorningRobert Laurence Binyon - May Morning
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Over all the watered vale Shadows of the clouds trail: Then the sun laughs out, and sheen Runs like joy across the green. Young the leaf is, young the flower; Radiant the beeches tower, A million tremblings all as one Dancing forth into the sun. Above the sound of hidden brooks Birds sprinkle songs on coppice--nooks, Each his private happy note, With small bright eye and rippled throat. England, through whose fields I stray In this heavenly--coloured May, England, lost in histories Older than her oldest trees, With nested hamlets, each of them Flavoured like its ancient name; England, where my blood began And moulded childhood into man, Comes to--day before my eyes Like a new--found paradise. Yet I wonder not at this Wonder, that is half of bliss. I have looked into Love`s eyes Long, and Love has made me wise. As when first one face I knew And our lips together drew, Old in love, my heart to--day Is young as the young leaves of May. Toller Porcorum
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