Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, <br />Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her <br />The flowery May, who from her green lap throws <br />The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. <br />Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire <br />Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! <br />Woods and groves are of thy dressing; <br />Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. <br />Thus we salute thee with our early song, <br />And welcome thee, and wish thee long.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-on-may-morning/
