MAYING
Get up, sweet-slug-a-bed!—Herrick.
And Phillida with garlands gaye
Was made the lady of the Maye.—Nicholas Breton.
Come, Phillida, come! for the hours are fleet,
And sweet are the soft meadow murmurs, and sweet
Are the merry May flowers that long for thy feet.
Come, Phillida, come!
They are waiting to make thee their Lady of May,
And have twined in the midst of the marigolds gay