Victor James William Patrick Daley,
The First of May
(1882)
“ The waters make a music low: The river reeds Are trembling to the tunes of long ago — Dead days and deeds Become alive again, as on I float, and float, Through shadows of the golden summers gone And springs remote. Above my head the trees bloom out In white and red Great blossoms, that make glad the air about; And old suns shed Their rays athwart them. Ah, the light Is bright and fair! ”
