Friday, May 1, 2009

Here We Go a'Maying

On May Morning
By John Milton

Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and lead with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm 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.

3 comments:

Aunt Ruth said...

I always think of my mother on May Day. If she didn't make May baskets for friends she talked about when she did. When she was a child they always did May baskets.

Linda said...

What kind of May Baskets did she make?

Anna said...

Wildflower. Doesn't that sound beautiful? We made a few in our day, too. I don't remember when was the last time, but probably Odessa or early Rockport. I have only a vague and hazy but colorful memory.
Your pictures are beautiful. I enjoy your musings and poetic ramblings, too.