MAY,

What a thrill of delight in Spring time! What a The leaf-buds begin

joy in being and moving.

The

to swell and blush. The white blossoms of the cherry hang upon the boughs like snowflakes. May-flowers open their soft blue eyes.

Hyperion-Book 2, chap. 1.

Now was the Winter gone, and the snow; and Robin the Redbreast

Boasted on bush and tree it was he, it was he, and no other,

That had covered with leaves the Babes in the Wood, and blithely

All the birds sang with him, and little cared for his boasting,

Or for his Babes in the Wood, or the Cruel Uncle, and only

Sang for the mates they had chosen, and cared for the nests they were building.

Tales of a Wayside Inn-Elizabeth 3.

Fill me a goblet of May-drink,

As aromatic as the May,

From which it steals the breath away.

The Golden Legend-1.

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.
Tales of a Wayside Inn-Emma and Eginhard.

The robin, forerunner of the Spring,

The restless swallows, building in the eaves, The golden buttercups, the grass, the leaves, The lilacs tossing in the winds of May,

All welcome this majestic holiday!

Tales of a Wayside Inn-Lady Wentworth.
May 2.

And over me unrolls on high,

The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon,

Towards yonder cloudland in the West,
Towards yonder Islands of the Blest;
Whose steep sierra far uplifts

Its craggy summits, white with drifts.

May 3.

A Day of Sunshine.

Golden visions wave and hover,
Golden vapours, waters streaming,
Landscapes moving, changing, gleaming!

I am like a happy lover,

Who illumines life with dreaming!

The Golden Legend-1.

Wellington, born 1769.

May 2.

May 3.

The sun is bright, the air is clear,
The darting swallows soar and sing.
All things are new; the buds, the leaves,
That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest,
And even the nest beneath the eaves ;-
There are no birds in last year's nest.

May 5.

It is not always May.

'In all places, then, and in all seasons,

Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection, We behold their tender buds expand; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.

May 6.

Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow,
And where'er my footsteps wander
All the meadows wave with blossoms,
All the woodlands ring with music,
All the trees are dark with foliage!

Flowers.

Hiawatha-21.

He the mightiest among many.

Hiawatha-6.

May 5.

May 6.