MONTH when they who love must love and wed!Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,And seek to tell the memories he had broughtFrom earth of thee, what were most fitly said?I know not if the rosy showers shedFrom apple-boughs, or if the soft green wroughtIn fields, or if the robin's call be fraughtThe most with thy delight. Perhaps they readThee best who in the ancient time did sayThou wert the sacred month unto the old:No blossom blooms upon thy brightest daySo subtly sweet as memories which unfoldIn aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie,To sun themselves once more before they die.
MAY.
"No blossom blooms upon thy lightest daySo subtly sweet as memories which unfoldIn aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie,To sun themselves once more before they die."
MONTH when they who love must love and wed!Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,And seek to tell the memories he had broughtFrom earth of thee, what were most fitly said?I know not if the rosy showers shedFrom apple-boughs, or if the soft green wroughtIn fields, or if the robin's call be fraughtThe most with thy delight. Perhaps they readThee best who in the ancient time did sayThou wert the sacred month unto the old:No blossom blooms upon thy brightest daySo subtly sweet as memories which unfoldIn aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie,To sun themselves once more before they die.
MONTH when they who love must love and wed!Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,And seek to tell the memories he had broughtFrom earth of thee, what were most fitly said?I know not if the rosy showers shedFrom apple-boughs, or if the soft green wroughtIn fields, or if the robin's call be fraughtThe most with thy delight. Perhaps they readThee best who in the ancient time did sayThou wert the sacred month unto the old:No blossom blooms upon thy brightest daySo subtly sweet as memories which unfoldIn aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie,To sun themselves once more before they die.
