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  • A delicate fabric of bird song
    Floats in the air,
    The smell of wet wild earth
    Is everywhere.
    Oh I must pass nothing by
    Without loving it much,
    The raindrop try with my lips,
    The grass with my touch;
    For how can I be sure
    I shall see again
    The world on the first of May
    Shining after the rain?

    Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company