I made a nosegay, bound in such a way 10 THE FRESH AIR THE fresh air moves like water round a boat. The whining, wavering plover flap and float. That crow is flying after that cuckoo. Look! Look! . . . They're gone. What are the great trees calling? Just come a little farther, by that edge Of green, to where the stormy ploughland, falling Oh, what a lovely bank! Give me your hand. Lie down and press your heart against the ground. Let us both listen till we understand, Each through the other, every natural sound I can't hear anything to-day, can you, 11 WEATHERS HAROLD MONRO THIS is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I. 12 This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe, And drops on gate-bars hang in a row, And so do I. THOMAS HARDY GREEN RAIN INTO the scented woods we'll go, And, hearing fairy voices call, MARY WEBB 13 SONG ON MAY MORNING Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire 14 Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing, SISTER, AWAKE! SISTER, awake! close not your eyes. The day her light discloses, JOHN MILTON See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, In at our window peeping: Lo, how he blusheth to espy Therefore awake! make haste, I say, 15 16 HERE WE COME A-PIPING HERE we come a-piping, In Springtime and in May; Green fruit a-ripening, And Winter fled away. The Queen she sits upon the strand, Fair as lily, white as wand; Seven billows on the sea, Horses riding fast and free, And bells beyond the sand. AS WE DANCE ROUND As we dance round a-ring-a-ring, A maiden goes a-maying; And here a flower, and there a flower, 17 OLD MAY SONG ALL in this pleasant evening, together come are we, Rise up, the master of this house, put on your charm of gold, Rise up, the mistress of this house, with gold along your breast; For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay; And if your body be asleep, we hope your soul's at rest, Drawing near unto the merry month of May. Rise up, the children of this house, all in your rich attire, God bless this house and arbour, your riches and your store, And now comes we must leave you, in peace and plenty here, We shall not sing you May again until another year, 18 19 SONG OF THE MAYERS REMEMBER us poor Mayers all, And thus do we begin, To lead our lives in righteousness, We have been rambling all the night, And now returning back again, We have brought you a bunch of May. A bunch of May we have brought you, It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out The hedges and trees they are so green, Our Heavenly Father, He watered them The heavenly gates are open wide, The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower; We are here to-day, and gone to-morrow, And are dead in an hour. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day, God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May. AND AS FOR ME . . AND as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, 1 On bokes for to rede I me delyte, 1 Know but little |