SONG ON MAY MORNING

Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her

The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow Cowslip and the pale Primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire

Mirth and youth and young desire,

Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,

Hill and Dale doth boast thy blessing.

Thus we salute thee with our early Song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

John Milton