The May-sun Sheds an Amber Light William cullen Bryant

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    The May-sun sheds an Amber light
On new-leaved woods and lawns between；
    But she who， with a smile more bright，
Welcomeandwatchthe springinggreen，
    isin hergrave，
    Lowin hergrave.
The fair white blossoms of the wood
In groups beside the pathway stand；
But one， the gentle and the good，
Who cropped them with a fairer hand，
    lsin hergrave，
    Lowin hergrave.
    Upon the woodland's morning airs
The small birds' mingled notes are flung；
But she， whose voice， more sweet than theirs，
    Once bade me listen， while they sung，
    lsin hergrave，
    Lowin hergrave.
    Thatmusicoftheearlyyear
    Brings tears of anguish to my eyes；
My heart aches when the flowers appear；
    For then I think of her who lies
    Within hergrave，
Lowin hergrave.