Poem by John Milton

Song on May Morning

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.

1. Psalm 114 (When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son)
2. To Sir Henry Vane the Younger
3. Paradise Lost : Book 12
4. Paradise Lost : Book 11
5. To the Lord Generall Cromwell, May 1652

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