It was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break of day, The youthful, charming Chloe -- From peaceful slumber she arose, Girt on her mantle and her hose, And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes -- The youthful, charming Chloe. Chorus. -- Lovely was she by the dawn, Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe, Tripping o'er the pearly lawn, The youthful, charming Chloe. The feather'd people you might see Perch'd all around on every tree, In notes of sweetest melody They hail the charming Chloe; Till, painting gay the eastern skies, The glorious sun began to rise, Outrival'd by the radiant eyes Of youthful, charming Chloe. Lovely was she, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE CHILDREN OF LIGHT by BERNARD BARTON THE HEART'S PICTURES by HIRAM H. BICE RAIN POOL by BEATRICE MARY BILLING FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS AND MIGHTY FREDERICK THE FIFTH, OF THE RHINE by THOMAS CAMPION |