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I saw a snowflake in the air
When smiling May had decked the year,
And then 't was gone, I knew not where,-
...

Had I the power
To cast a bell that should from some grand tower,
At the first Christmas hour,
Outring,
...

As I came down from Lebanon,
Came winding, wandering slowly down
Through mountain passes bleak and brown,
The cloudless day was well-nigh done.
...

Of all my dreams by night and day,
One dream will evermore return,
The dream of Italy in May;
The sky a brimming azure urn
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I shan’t tell you what’s his name:
When we want to play a game,
Always thinks that he’ll be hurt,
Soil his jacket in the dirt,
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I set apart a day for wandering;
I heard the woodlands ring,
The hidden white-throat sing,
And the harmonic West,
...

Above the shouting of the gale,
   The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
   A piper play.
...

(Fiona Macleod)

The waves about Iona dirge,
   The wild winds trumpet over Skye;
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BE ye in love with April-tide?
I’ faith, in love am I!
For now ’t is sun, and now ’t is shower,
And now ’t is frost, and now ’t is flower,
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All night in dreams with thee I go
About the glamoured land;
All night Love's radiant presence know,-
The kiss, the clasp of hand.
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In the under-wood and the over-wood
There is murmur and trill this day,
For every bird is in lyric mood,
And the wind will have its way.
...

The wind from the desert blew in!
It blew from the heart of the fiery south,
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‘T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,
And armed cap-a-pie.
Came ambling into Plymouth-town;
And from far riding up and down
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Say, O wander-lover, say,
What is May in Umbria?

Days that never dim nor darkle;
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15.

Why dost thou hail with songful lips no more
The glorious sunrise?—Why is Memnon mute,
Whose voice was tuned as is the silvery flute
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The world is locked in sleep with perfect night.
Gazing from out my window I behold
The moon, a burnished bowl of gleaming gold,
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17.

At noon of night the goddess, silver-stoled,
Came with light foot across the moonlit land,
And breezes soft as blow o'er Samarcand
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THEY rode from the camp at morn
With clash of sword and spur.
The birds were loud in the thorn,
The sky was an azure blur.
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19.

Sylvia's hair is like the night,
Touched with glancing starry beams;
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,
This is Sylvia to the sight.
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A Triton, drowsy as the god of Sleep,
From horn uplifted pours a limpid stream
Athwart whose falling drops the sunbeams gleam
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The Best Poem Of Clinton Scollard

A Snowflake In May

I saw a snowflake in the air
When smiling May had decked the year,
And then 't was gone, I knew not where,-
I saw a snowflake in the air,
And thought perchance an angel's prayer
Had fallen from some starry sphere;
I saw a snowflake in the air
When smiling May had decked the year.

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