Another Acrostic

Where no ripen'd summer glows,
In the lap of northern snows;
Desarts gloomy, cold, and drear,
(Only let the nymph be there)
Wreaths of budding sweets would wear.

MAY would every fragrance bring,
All the vernal bloom of spring:
Dryads, deck'd with myrtles green,
Dancing, would attnd their queen:
Every flower that nature spreads,
Rising where the charmer treads!