de de de de de de MAY MAY FIRST TH HE sun is bright,—the air is clear, So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. It is not always May MAY SECOND All things are new;-the buds, the leaves, And even the nest beneath the eaves; It is not always May MAY THIRD The robin and the bluebird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee, The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be; And hungry crows assembled in a crowd, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said: "Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!" The Birds of Killingworth MAY FOURTH Ill fared it with the birds, both great and small; Hardly a friend in all that crowd they found, But enemies enough, who every one Charged them with all the crimes beneath the sun. The Birds of Killingworth MAY FIFTH When they had ended, from his place apart, The Birds of Killingworth MAY SIXTH You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain The Birds of Killingworth MAY SEVENTH Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove,. How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember too 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. The Birds of Killingworth MAY EIGHTH You call them thieves and pillagers; but know They are the winged wardens of your farms, Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, And from your harvests keep a hundred harms; Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail, And crying havoc on the slug and snail. The Birds of Killingworth MAY NINTH How can I teach your children gentleness, Or Death, which, seeming darkness, is no less The selfsame light, although averted hence, When by your laws, your actions, and your speech, You contradict the very things I teach? The Birds of Killingworth Said he solemnly, "nor hurt her!" Adding then, by way of jest, "Golondrina is my guest, "T is the wife of some deserter!" So unharmed and unafraid Sat the swallow still and brooded, Till the constant cannonade Through the walls a breach had made, And the siege was thus concluded. MAY ELEVENTH The Emperor's Bird's Nest Then the army, elsewhere bent, Struck its tents as if disbanding, Only not the Emperor's tent, So it stood there all alone, Loosely flapping, torn and tattered, Till the brood was fledged and flown, Singing o'er those walls of stone Which the cannon-shot had shattered. MAY TWELFTH The Emperor's Bird's Nest Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows, To embalm that tent of snows. Maidenhood MAY THIRTEENTH From the sky the sun benignant Looked upon them through the branches, Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine, Rule by love, O Hiawatha!" The Song of Hiawatha |