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May in Umbria
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?
DAYS that never dim nor darkle; Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle; Dawns that flame with burnished splendor; Eves that melt in raptures tender; Noons that glow with sapphire burning; Singing waters seaward yearning; Shouting weir and lilting shallow; Green on fertile field and fallow; Grain in ripples, grain in billows; Silvery poplars, silvery willows; Music-making contadini; Glossy curls and dark eyes sheeny; Nightingales in copse and clover, Each a little lyric lover; Cuckoo-gossips never quiet; Blossom-revel, blossom-riot; Every breeze abrim with fragrance From the hill and valley vagrants; Roses in the tangled coppice, Privet, pimpernel and poppies;