There is May in books forever; <br />May will part from Spenser never; <br />May's in Milton, May's in Prior, <br />May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; <br />May's in all the Italian books:-- <br />She has old and modern nooks, <br />Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves, <br />In happy places they call shelves, <br />And will rise and dress your rooms <br />With a drapery thick with blooms. <br />Come, ye rains, then if ye will, <br />May's at home, and with me still; <br />But come rather, thou, good weather, <br />And find us in the fields together.<br /><br />James Henry Leigh Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-and-the-poets/
