...we see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers. And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never n leaf nor u blade too mean To he some...

...we see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalioe, And there's never a leaf nor n blade too mean To be some...

...mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. Tennyson, May Queen Example for Softer Force and Smoother Stress. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life...might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The little bird sits...

...or see it glisten; 1'very clod fecls a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; Tiie cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there 's...

...as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we...might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life...

...or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some...

...see it glisten;8 Every clod feels4 a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,5 And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be...

...or hear it glisten. Every slod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...flush of life may well be seen, Thrilling back over hill and valley; The cowslip starts in meadows green, The butter-cup catches the sun in its chalice,...

...had for the asking. 30 No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. 4. And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever,...might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, ^ And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. 5. The flush of life...

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