On May Morning
by John Milton
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger.
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with
The flowery May, who from her green lap
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ;
"Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song.
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.