I looked out into evening, into long dusk deeping
and saw the clothed trees, the leaves and the blossom
moving as they do in the cool of twenty Celsius,
expressed and expressing as the breeze announces.
'Oh where have you been? I have missed you so much.
All winter I have clothed myself in games to play without you.
Where, where have you been, my May, my darling?
I really can't remember how I lived without you.'
'I have been around the world my dear, for on the breeze I travel;
from North to South I go, past where the heats do shrivel.
I am a temperate being dear, and flee from all extremity;
but you know I will be here again, never will desert you.
It is you will desert me, my loving dear, my mortal
one year I'll return again; you'll not be there to greet me;
but I am steeped in many lives, wreathing time as he flies.'
Dark closed our dialogue; the bright day was done.*
'Oh where have you been? I have missed you so much.
All winter I have clothed myself in games to play without you.
Where, where have you been, my May, my darling?
I really can't remember how I lived without you.'
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*The last half of this alliterative line echoes Shakespeare's 'Anthony and Cleopatra':
'IRAS: Finish, good lady. The bright day is done, / And we are for the dark.'
