song to may.

Song to May
by Lord Thurlow

May! queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers?

Thou hast no need of us.
Or pipe or wire,
That hast the golden bee 

Ripened with fire;

And many thousand more

Songsters, that thee adore.

Filling earth's grassy floor

With new desire.

Thou hast thy mighty herds.

Tame, and free livers;

Doubt not, thy music too

In the deep rivers;

And the whole plumy flight.

Warbling the day and night--

Up at the gates of light.

See, the lark quivers!

When with the jacinth

Coy fountains are tressed;

And for the mournful bird

Greenwoods are dressed.

That did for Tereus pine;

Then shall our songs be thine,

To whom our hearts incline:

May, be thou blessed!