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And now that the dawn is everywhere, Let us take this path through this wild, green place, Where the rattlesnake-weed shows its yellow face, And the lichens cover the rocks with lace: Where tannin-tinct is the woodland air, Let us take this path through the oaks where, thin, The low leaves whisper, “The day is fair”; And waters murmur, “Come in, come in, Where you can hark to our waterfalls, And the wind of their foam can play with your hair, And soothe away care.-- Come here, come here, where our water calls.”

Berry blossoms, that seem to flow As the winds blow, Blackberry blossoms swing and sway To and fro Along the way, Like ocean spray on a breezy day, Over the green of the grass as foam on the green of a bay, When the world is white and green with the white and the green of May.