May Girl
By vithano
Over the oceans where America lies, The people gather on the first day of May To feast the first light of the sudden-sprung spring, To fete the first flower, to dance in the day, And to choose a fresh maiden For the new queen of May. Here where the sun never heaves from the shore, And Spring has a permanent home, The maid has been chosen, Nor need she be new For my thoughts still gather Round the first light of you. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 12:23 PM PST 0 • 8
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