Spread upward till thy boughs discern The front of Sumner-place. This fruit of thine by Love is blest, That but a moment lay Where fairer fruit of Love may rest I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice, The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetize But thou, while kingdoms overset. May never saw dismember thee, O rock upon thy towery top All grass of silky feather grow— And while he sinks or swells The full south-breeze around thee blow The sound of minster bells. e blow But, rolling as in sle Low thunders bring the That makes thee bro And hear me swear a s That only by thy sid Will I to Olive plight And gain her for my And when my marriage In wreath about her And I will work in pro In which the swarthy And mystic sentence Wherein the younger THE MAY QUEEN. ke and call me early, call me early, mother dear; I be the happiest time of all the glad New-year; d New-year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as aret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline: air as little Alice in all the land, they say: Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the nd all night, mother, that I shall never wake, call me loud when the day begins to break : ather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the the valley, whom think ye should I see, ning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree? that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday,Queen o' the May. mother, I'm to be Queen o' the He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white, They say he's dying all for love, but that can never be: They say his heart is breaking, mother-what is that to me? There's many a bolder lad 'ill woo me any summer day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there, too, mother, to see me made the Queen: For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen' the May. vake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, I be the happiest time of all the glad New-year: be of all the year the maddest, merriest day, Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the NEW YEAR'S EVE. ing call me early, call me early, mother dear, lay me low i' the mould, and think no more of me. the sun set: he set and left behind year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; -year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see n the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree. made a crown of flowers: we had a merry day; awthorn on the green they made me Queen of May; ed about the May-pole and in the hazel copse, Wain came out above the tall white chimney-tops. flower on all the hills: the frost is on the pane: live till the snowdrops come again: |