May (continued)

Up like a princess starts the merry Morning,
In draperies of many coloured cloud;
And Sky-larks, minstrels of the early dawning,
Pipe forth their hearty anthems long and loud.
The bright enamoured Sunshine goes a-Maying,
And every flower his laughing eye beguiles;
And on the milk-maid's rosy face a-playing,
Pays court to Beauty in its softest smiles.
For May's divinity of Joy begun,
Adds life and lustre to the golden sun;
And all of life, beneath its glory straying,
Is by May's beauty into worship won; —
Till golden Eve ennobles all the west,
And Day goes blushing like a bride to rest.