May (continued)

May, continued.
PRINCESS of Months! — so Nature's choice ordains,
And Lady of the Summer still she reigns;
In spite of April's youth, who charms in tears,
And rosy June, who wins with blushing face;
July, sweet shepherdess, who wreathes the shears
Of shepherds with her flowers of winning grace;
And sun-tanned August, with her swarthy charms,
The beautiful and rich; and pastoral gay
September, with her pomp of fields and farms;
And wild November's sybilline array; —
In spite of Beauty's calendar, the Year
Garlands with Beauty's prize the bonny May.
Where'er she goes, fair Nature hath no peer,
And Months do lose their queen when she's away.