O HASTE, O haste to the fields away! For dawneth now the month of May; O leave the city's crowded street, And haste ye now sweet May to greet For May is come on fairy wings, And thousand beauties with her brings: The fairest month of all the year, Oh, well can she the sad heart cheer. Nature her jewelry displays, Unfolds her gems to meet our gaze; Bright leaves and buds of @3emerald@1 hue, Forget-me-nots of @3sapphire@1 blue. The @3pearly@1 lily's drooping bells. Listen! a tale it sweetly tells: 'If God so clothe the lilies fair, Much more may ye trust in His care.' The @3turquoise@1 gentianella bright, The shining king-cup's golden light, Carnation's @3ruby@1 hues behold, And @3silvery@1 daisy set with @3gold.@1 Of these we'll twine a garland gay, Meet for the brow of beauteous May; And see, they gain a brighter hue By glittering drops of @3diamond@1 dew. Now hark! what sound so sweetly floats Upon the breeze? The cuckoo's notes! How far they come to welcome May, And pour for us the simple lay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU by ROBERT BURNS THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SPRING by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE BLACK RIDERS: 6 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BROWN PEOPLE HEAR WINTER COMING by INA DRAPER DEFOE SENT WITH A ROSE TO A YOUNG LADY by MARGARET WADE CAMPBELL DELAND |