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You mean for me what birds at daybreak sing,
When earth awakening calls t them
With little yellow daffodils, “Tis spring!
You mean the wondrous music of
the spheres, When o’er the distant purple hills
Through soft piled clouds, the great white moon appears
You mean what the great sea is fain to say
When murmuring low on silver sands
It sings a lullaby at close of day
The trees all bow their heads, they listen, too!
The winds are telling them, dear love,
How all the world now means for me-but you!
-Kaherine Fay