Little Kings and Queens of May, If you want to be, Every one of you, very good, In this beautiful, beautiful, beautiful wood, Where the little birds' heads get so turned with delight That some of them sing all night: Whatever you pluck, Leave some for good luck! Picked from the stalk or pulled by the root, From overhead or under foot, Water-wonders of pond or brook -- Wherever you look, And whatever you find, Leave something behind: Some for the Naiads, Some for the Dryads, And a bit for the Nixies and Pixies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 7. 'SIENA MI FE' by EZRA POUND UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 22. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 4. THE TIMOROUS ADVENTURER by PHILIP AYRES THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |