WITH HEALING THOUGHTS FOR SWEET MELISSA, A POEM FROM HER LONG-ISLAND FORE-RUNNER, WALT WHITMAN:
OUT OF MAY'S SHOWS SELECTED Walt Whitman
Apple orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms;
Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;
The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;
The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.
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