May Day

by Sara Teasedale
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.