The sunshine entrances
My heart when it dances,
And glimmers and glances,
Through greenwood so gay.
From Celtic Lyre.
Old May Day. (May 11th.)
On! what a May-day—what a dear May-day!
Feel what a breeze, love,
Undulates o'er us;
Meadow and trees, love,
Glisten before us;
Light, in all showers,
Falls from the flowers,
Hear how they ask us; "Come and sit down."
From Venetian. (Burrati.)