What potent blood hath modest May
when violets bloom sweet and fair
as the butterfly on red roses play
without a thought, without a care?
When violets bloom sweet and fair
along the roadsides emerald way
without a thought, without a care
as in the breeze they dance and sway.
Along the roadsides emerald way
a child picks them here and there
as in the breeze they dance and sway
with his mother the beauty he wants to share.
A child picks them here and there
innocent under the suns bright ray
with his mother the beauty he wants to share
all the treasures of his day.
Innocent under the suns bright ray
at the tombstone he lays with care
all the treasures of his day
as his mother sleeps so unaware.
At the tombstone he lays with care
he speaks the words he needs to say
as his mother sleeps so unaware
he curses the grave where she will stay.
He speaks the words he needs to say
who will love him without her there?
He curses the grave where she will stay
he cries to think how unfair,
who will love him without her there?
As the butterfly on red roses play
he cries to think how unfair
what potent blood has the month of May?
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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