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]