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...NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |