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 The trees were still like clouds there, The clouds like mountains dim; The broad mist lay, a silver bay Whose tide was at the brim.

I looked out into the morning, I looked out into the east: The flood of light upon the night Had silently increased;

The sky was pale with fervour, The distant trees were grey, The hill-lines drawn like waves of dawn Dissolving in the day.

I looked out into the morning; Looked east, looked west, with glee: O richest day of happy May, My Love will spend with me!

"Oh, what are you waiting for here, young man? What are you looking for over the bridge?" A little straw hat with the streaming blue ribbons Is soon to come dancing over the bridge.