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  • The ways are green

    The ways are green with the gladdening sheen
    Of the young year's fairest daughter.
    O, the shadows that fleet o'er the springing wheat!
    O, the magic of running water!
    The spirit of spring is in every thing,
    The banners of spring are streaming,
    We march to a tune from the fifes of June,
    And life's a dream worth dreaming.

    It 's all very well to sit and spell
    At the lesson there 's no gainsaying;
    But what the deuce are wont and use
    When the whole mad world 's a-maying?
    When the meadow glows, and the orchard snows,
    And the air 's with love-notes teeming,
    When fancies break, and the senses wake,
    O, life's a dream worth dreaming!

    What Nature has writ with her lusty wit
    Is worded so wisely and kindly
    That whoever has dipped in her manuscript
    Must up and follow her blindly.
    Now the summer prime is her blithest rhyme
    In the being and the seeming,
    And they that have heard the overword
    Know life's a dream worth dreaming.

    W. E. Henley

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