"Oh to have you in May,
To talk with you under the trees,
Dreaming throughout the day,
Drinking the wine - like breeze,
Oh it were sweet to think
That May should be ours again,
Hoping it not, I shrink,
Out of sight of men.
May brings the flowers to bloom,
It bring the greens leaves to a tree,
Ant the fatally sweet perfume,
Of what you once were to me.
Paul Lawerence Dunbar
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