MAY DAYS 



not abroad at whose hands science ruth- 

 lessly demands mating birds and callow 

 brood. 



Of all sportsmen only the angler, often 

 attended by his winged brother the 

 kingfisher, is astir, wandering by pleas- 

 ant waters where the bass lurks in the 

 tangles of an eddy's writhing currents, 

 or the perch poises and then glides 

 through the intangible golden meshes 

 that waves and sunlight knit, or where 

 the trout lies poised beneath the silver 

 domes of foam bells. 



The loon laughs again on the lake. 

 Again the freed waves toss the shadows 

 of the shores and the white reflections 

 of white sails, and flash back the sun- 

 light or the glitter of stars and the bea- 

 con's rekindled gleam. 



Sun and sky, forest, field, and water, 

 bird and blossom, declare the fullness of 

 spring and the coming of summer. 

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