Poems (Osgood)/A May-Day Song

by Frances Sargent Osgood

A MAY-DAY SONG.

Yes! thou shalt wear the wreath we are merrily braiding,
 Of buds and blooms—the beautiful roses of Spring!
Amid the hair, thy forehead of snow o'ershading,
 'Twill mock the blush that steals to thy cheek as we sing.

For thee we twine;—for who could so gracefully
 As she, whose heart is lovely and pure as the rose;
The wreath is thine, and the happiness each of us share it,
 For thou art so meek no envy can mar thy repose.