May Day

THE shining line of motors,
     The swaying motor-bus,
  The prancing dancing horses
     Are passing by for us.

The sunlight on the steeple,
     The toys we stop to see,
  The smiling passing people
     Are all for you and me.

“I love you and I love you!”—
     “And oh, I love you, too!”—
  “All of the flower girl’s lilies
     Were only grown for you!”

Fifth Avenue and April
     And love and lack of care—
  The world is mad with music
     Too beautiful to bear.