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 throwsThe yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Hail bounteous May that dost inspireMirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
3 comments:
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.
What kind of May Baskets did she make?
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.
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