Sonnet

The blossom burthened ever welcome May
Again with natures folk keeps holiday
Trees hide themselves in green & happy birds
Sings sweeter songs then can be breathed in words
The very winds sing sonnets to the sky
& sunshine bids them welcome — so that I
Feel a new being as from healthier climes
& shape my idle fancys into ryhmes
Of natures extacy in bursting flowers
& birds nest building & sunshiney showers
That on the south west wind in singing moods
Sprinkle their drops like manna oer the woods
Where I still love my carless limbs to fling
Among the young green shadows of the spring
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