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 Best, in all this playtime, Best of all in tune, Girls more glad than Maytime, Boys more bright than June;

Mixed with all those dances, Far through field and street Sing their silent glances, Ring their radiant feet.

Flowers wherewith May crowned us Fall ere June be crowned: Children blossom round us All the whole year round.

Is the garland worthless For one rose the less, And the feast made mirthless? Love, at least, says yes.

Strange it were, with many Stars enkindling air, Should but one find any Welcome: strange it were,

Had one star alone won Praise for light from far: Nay, love needs his own one Bright particular star.