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.
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.
-- John Milton