Now the bright morning Star
, Day's harbinger
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip
, and the pale Primrose
May that dost inspire
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.
-- John Milton