COME, May, with all thy flowers, Thy sweetly-scented thorn, Thy cooling evening showers, Thy fragrant breath at morn. When May-flies haunt the willow, When May-buds tempt the bee, Then, o'er the shining billow, My love will come to me. From Eastern isles, she wingeth Through watery wiles her way, And on her cheek she bringeth The bright sun's orient ray! Oh! come and court her hither, Ye breezes mild and warm, One winter's gale would wither So soft, so pure a form. The fields where she was straying Are bless'd with endless light; With zephyrs always playing Through gardens always bright. Then now, O May! be sweeter Than e'er thou'st been before, Let sighs from roses meet her, When she comes near our shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by LEVI BISHOP PASSING HOURS by HELENA A. BOOTH SWEET WEARINESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU; SAVIOUR OF SOCIETY by ROBERT BROWNING |