Sara Teasdale - May Day lyrics

A delicate fabric of bird song   Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth   Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple   Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion   The pear trees stand. Oh I must pa** nothing by   Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips,   The gra** with my touch; For how can I be sure   I shall see again The world on the first of May   Shining after the rain?