Poems (Van Vorst)/May in February
MAY IN FEBRUARY
When I go a Maying—Maying— There his wanton wishes go! Spring, like flowers, to meet me straying. . . . I must pluck them—will, or no! I must break each pale stalk slender: I must lift each flower fair; For I know they are the tender Thoughts of love that greet me there. . . .·······I will wear them on my bosom . . . In the night, when he comes home He shall see his thoughts in blossom, Oh Beloved Spring-time, Come!