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Veiled and shrouded they wait to go, These flowers of April, flowers of May; What do they wait for, do you know, Lingering, loitering thus by the way?

Just for a glimpse of the queen of them all, And her maid of honor dressed like a bride, Coming along, stately and tall, Royal beauties side by side.

Then will the loiterers bid good-by, And into their stalks will shrink away, And half with a smile, and half with a sigh, Nod and murmur, "We 've had our day."

So, breath of the wind that blows and blows, South and west, and west and south, Hasten and bring us the lily and rose, Sweet with the kiss of your balmy mouth.</poem>