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51 A dAy in MAy Be still! i hear the sweeping sound of winds that skip over the land, and see the tips of sunrays bound to lilac blossoms ever bland. Be still! Alone a bloated frog pursues its hunt for flies that in May thrive, while in the air a beetle wafts, an emerald has come alive. on branches mother spider weaves its rombuses of silver, inch by inch. And in its hands the world receives the falling petals, one by one. KinG EVEninG As once King Balthasar drew near, the crown so bright upon his brow, thus strides King Evening the hemisphere in royal purple then as now. The first star guides him with its light to distant hills, the furthest seam, and there he finds her, Mother night, with child in arms, her dream. He brings the child a gift of gold, as oriental custom satisfies. The Saviour-boy dispenses it enthralled as stardust on our sleepy eyes. ...

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