May-Lure
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How the heart pulls at its tether In the magic warm spring weather! How the blood leaps in its courses When the deep ebullient forces Break the bosom brown of earth! It is worth All a man can scrape or squander Just to idle, just to wander Forth from trade, away from duty, Revelling in all the beauty And the glamour of the May. Who to-day Cares a fig for any other Thought save this: The earth, great mother, Has turned kind, has banished gloom and dole; Music, that audient outlet for the soul, Comes in, and grief goes out, and life is whole.
Richard Burton