"Song on May Morning"
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
- John Milton
"The Daffodils"
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
- William Wordsworth
"May Song"
Welcome to the happy May
Decked with all its flow'rets gay
Children, make your garments fair,
Joyous twine with wreaths your hair;
Leave your books, and hurry out.
With gladsome merriment and shout,
Where the flow'rets fresh and fair,
Fill with incense all the air.
When the brook with gladsome song
Dances merrily along,
Singing to the flowers blue,
Sparkling with the pearly dew;
Welcome May, so glad and free
Our youthful hearts rejoice in thee,
Why dost thou haste so swift away,
And take with thee the spring-time gay.
- B. F. Baker and L. H. Southard
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Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
- John Milton
"The Daffodils"
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
- William Wordsworth
"May Song"
Welcome to the happy May
Decked with all its flow'rets gay
Children, make your garments fair,
Joyous twine with wreaths your hair;
Leave your books, and hurry out.
With gladsome merriment and shout,
Where the flow'rets fresh and fair,
Fill with incense all the air.
When the brook with gladsome song
Dances merrily along,
Singing to the flowers blue,
Sparkling with the pearly dew;
Welcome May, so glad and free
Our youthful hearts rejoice in thee,
Why dost thou haste so swift away,
And take with thee the spring-time gay.
- B. F. Baker and L. H. Southard
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1 comment:
I loved your blog, such beautiful photography and elequent prose, an absolute pleasure to visit.
Best wishes,
Abby
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