You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,—
Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;
For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be queen o' the May.
The May Queen.
Ah, why
Should life all labour be?
The Lotus-Eaters. iv.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.[624:3]