Sara Teasedale: May Day

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.