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May Morning |
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat
And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the air like water on me close, With a small noise, monotonous and sweet, Against the window - and the scent of cool, Possesses me from drowsy head to feet. This is the time of all-sufficing laughter At idiotic things someone has done, And all your body stretches in the sun And drinks the light in like a liquid thing; |