John May Biography

Because the morning sun is gold
Because the smell of loam is bold
Because there's warmth within the cold
I know that I am Spring
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He viewed afoot a silv'ry lake
And took himself to take a drink-
Then beauty moved his thirsting soul,
As there he bent above the brink.
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THE VAULTED blue above the girl,
Who hand in hand with father went,
Produced in her a happy twirl-
A dancing she knew not what meant.
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The killing of a spider's right
If not from fear, then yes, from spite
For be it even ever small
A dot upon a wall of white
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