The month of May is now begun, And the sweet flowers are all in bloom, The nymphs and swains like lambs shall play To welcome the shepherd's holiday. That man is blest that's free from care, Young Cupid's darts shall ne'er me ensnare, For 'tis young Betsey on my arms shall lay To welcome the shepherd's holiday. At night, when I'm tir'd, I can take no rest, 'Tis in my love's arms I am always blest, 'Tis my love that has stole my heart away, All on the shepherd's holiday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. |