Augusta Davies Webster (30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894 / Dorset, England)
Young May sat fainting and chill
YOUNG May sat fainting and chill,
And neither could live nor die;
She looked and hated the sky,
Yet knew not what was her ill.
For the lonely May.
She tired of weeping, and slept;
Who woke her up but the Sun?
And joy and love had begun
To teach her why she had wept
Oh bright new day
For the startled May!
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