The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright, <br />Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light, <br />Your cheeks are like the morning, your pearls are like the dew, <br />Or morning and her dew-drops are like your pearls and you. <br /> <br />Because you are a princess, a princess of the land, <br />You will not turn your lightsome eyes a moment where I stand, <br />A poor unnoticed poet, a-making of his rhymes; <br />But I have found a mistress, more fair a thousand times. <br /> <br />`Tis May, the elfish maiden, the daughter of the Spring, <br />Upon whose birthday morning the birds delight to sing. <br />They would not sing one note for you, if you should so command, <br />Although you are a princess, a princess of the land.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-may-day-madrigal/
