May

O May, sweet-voiced one, going thus before,Of life and passion,—sweeter days are thine!

— May

Oh! that we two were Maying In the shade of the whispering trees.

— May

Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May.

— May

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

— May

In the under-wood and the over-wood And the wind will have its way.

— May

As full of spirit as the month of May.

— May

No doubt they rose up early to observeThe rite of May.

— May

In beauty as the first of May.

— May

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

— May

More matter for a May morning.

— May

Another May new buds and flowers shall bring:Ah! why has happiness no second Spring?

— May

When May, with cowslip-braided locks, And cannot give us now!

— May

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

— May

Among the changing months, May stands confestThe sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.

— May

May, queen of blossoms, In the green bowers?

— May

For every marriage then is best in tune,When that the wife is May, the husband June.

— May

What is so sweet and dear And half of the world a bride?

— May

Hebe's here, May is here! Hoarding golden honey.

— May

As it fell upon a dayWhich a grove of myrtles made.

— May

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Her song of "May."

— May

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

— May

Sweet May hath come to love us, The very clouds move on.

— May

O month when they who love must love and wed.

— May