Now o'er the laughing meadows, Throned on her dewy car, Queenly May comes with her train, From southern climes afar, To seek her woodland palace, Where thousand minstrels swell The choral hymn that hails her In forest, copse, and dell. Sweetly tinged with sapphire hue Is spread a carpet fair; Down by Luggie's fairy stream The hyacinth beds are there, Golden cups and crimson bells Wave o'er the margin green, Blossomed thorn and birch perfume The palace of the Queen. Pinky buds on scented brier Their dewy lips unclose; Fair sultana of the dell, The blushing wilding rose; Mossy cushions swell around, With sorrel pearls gleaming; The honeysuckle clasps the rock, With flowery tendrils streaming. Meadow-sweet, whose golden hair Sheds out a rich perfume; Stately foxglove, rearing high A tower of purple bloom. Gazing with her soft blue eye On the dancing waters, See the sweet forget-me-not, Beloved of Beauty's daughters. Hark the blackbird's dulcet notes, Thrush and linnet singing; Hark that maiden's melting lay, Answering echoes ringing; Waking up the sleeping trees, Whispering to the flowers, The breeze salutes, with kisses soft, The blossoms on the bowers. Queen of flowers, of love and song, How sweet with thee to dwell, And linger by the fairy stream In Luggie's lovely dell! Sweeter, purer bliss was mine When last the dell I trod, I looked on Nature, "looking up, Through her, to Nature's God." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |