The Conservative (Lovecraft)/January 1916/Maia

by James Pyke

Maia

Thou comest in the May-time
To star the earth with flow'rs,
To usher in the play-time
After laborious hours.

The myriad blooms acclaim thee
With petal-lips aglow,

While birds and rills but name thee
In all their flight and flow.

Speed on thy joyous mission
With wonder-blossoms clad,
Of life the sweet magician
To make our sad hearts glad.

James T. Pyke.