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* MayBy Sara Teasdale : : : : The wind is tossing the lilacs,The new leaves laugh in the sun,And the petals fall on the orchard wall,But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossomsI go a wintry way,For love that smiled in AprilIs false to me in May. * * May DayContinue reading “May : ( 1 ) : : May Day : ( 2 ) : : May Day : ( 3 ) : : Sara Teasdale : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :”