AT thy approach, oh, sweet bewitching May! <br />Through ev'ry wood soft melodies resound; <br />On silken wings Favonian breezes play, <br />And scatter bloom and fragrance all around! <br /> <br />Yet not for these I hail thy gentle reign, <br />And rove enchanted through thy fairy bow'rs; <br />Not for thy warbled songs, thy zephyr-train, <br />Nor all the incense of thy glowing flow'rs. <br /> <br />For this to thee I pour the artless lay, <br />Oh, lovely May! thou goddess of the grove! <br />With thee returns the smiling natal day, <br />Of her, who claims my fond, my filial love! <br />Bright as thy sun-beams may it still appear, <br />Calm as thy skies, unclouded with a tear!<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-for-my-mother-s-birthday/
