30 OF ANNUAL MAGIC: AT TWENTY-EIGHT

May shows with godlike showing To-day for each that sees May’s magic overthrowing All musty memories In him whom May decrees To be love’s own. He saith, I wear love’s liveries Until released by death. Thus all we laud May’s sowing, Nor heed how harvests please When nowhere grain worth growing Greets autumn’s questing breeze, And garnerers garner these— Vain words and wasted breath And spilth and tasteless lees,— Until released by death. Unwillingly foreknowing That love with May-time flees, We take this day’s bestowing, And feed on fantasies Such as love lends for ease Where none but travaileth, With lean infrequent fees, Until released by death.