May Day
Rest heart
In the balmy
May day of oncoming
Summer
Rest before heavens
Creation reigns down
The black clouds
Heavy and expectant
Hang above
And hold in perfect
Suspension
The continual doorway
To life
That nobody can
Curtail
And that everybody
Owns
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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