| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | May | | By Louise Brooks |
| | | BRING me a pallet and a hand to paint | |
| The tender tintings of this lovely May. | |
| It must be quickly done: they will not stay, | |
| But fleetly vanish, for they fear the taint | |
| Of mortal rendering. Bring one acquaint | 5 |
| With music’s meanings, that the ready notes | |
| Poured on the pulsing air from the full throats | |
| Of little birds, who sing without restraint, | |
| Be made a hymn to praise the God of Life. | |
| The golden green, the grass, wet with soft rain, | 10 |
| Dimples with dandelions. See at strife | |
| Bold Robin with his hidden prey. Again, | |
| Bees in the flowery shrubs, with sweetness rife, | |
| ’Neath the blue sky, move in a busy train. | | | | |
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