Lovely May

A RONDEAU.

O lovely May, throw thy soft spell
On mountain proud and smiling dell,
The world is kneeling at thy shrine--
Fond captive of thy moods divine,--
And nations rise thy charms to tell.

Where could we meet thy parallel?
Who would thy witching arts repel?
Who dares thy choicest gifts define,
O lovely May?

And Nature?--Ah, she loves thee well,
For Hope and Youth beside thee dwell.
Thy sister months with thee combine
As lesser streamlets swell the Rhine.
’Twere sin against thee to rebel,
O lovely May.