Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAY, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: Come, dear, for it is may. Leave work and book Last Line: Come, dear. Subject(s): May (month) | ||||||||
COME, dear, for it is May. Leave work and book, And I will lead you to so sweet a nook Whose green leaves make a little tender night, With flowers for stars. A thrush sings there, but singeth out of sight, And a brook's silver feet run very near. Come, dear. The breeze will stir a bed of leaves for you, And show some shy wood-violet, freshly blue; Or through leaf-tangled boughs a patient bird On a brown nest. And from the grass which the bold breeze has stirred We will pluck violets first of all the year. Come, dear. Come, dear; leave book and work these fair May hours; The grass is pale with delicate, frail flowers. ... What can a book say which can be so sweet As a bird's song? Or as white blossom-faces 'neath our feet? When blossom-faces tire mine will be near. Come, dear. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: MAY. THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN THE MONTH OF MAY by ROBERT BLY VENICE: MAY DAY by KENNETH REXROTH EARLY MAY STANZAS by TOMAS TRANSTROMER HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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