May

When apple-trees in blossoms are,
And cherries of a silken white;
And king-cups deck the meadows fair,
And daffodils in brooks delight;
When golden wall-flow'r blooms around,
And purple violets scent the ground,
And lilac 'gins to show her bloom —
We then may say the May is come

When happy shepherds tell their tale
Under the tender leafy tree;
And all adown the grassy vale
The mocking cuckoo chanteth free;
And philomel, with liquid throat,
Doth pour the welcome, warbling note,
That had been all the winter dumb —
We then may say the May is come

When fishes leap in silver stream,
And tender corn is springing high,
And banks are warm with sunny beam,
And twitt'ring swallows cleave the sky,
And forest bees are humming near,
And cowslips in boys' hats appear,
And maids do wear the meadow's bloom —
We then may say the May is come.
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