May And Spring... Delightful!

What is so sweet and dear
As a prosperous morn in May,
The confident prime of the day,
And the dauntless youth of the year,
When nothing that asks for bliss,
Asking aright, is denied,
And half of the world a bridegroom is,
And half of the world a bride?
William Watson, Ode in May, 1880

The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
JOYCE KILMER, Spring

The world's favourite season is the spring.*
All things seem possible in May.
EDWIN WAY TALE

What potent blood hath modest May.
RALPH W. EMERSON

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKSON


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.
JOHN MILTON, Song on a May Morning, 1660

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
ROBERT HERRICK, Hesperides, 1648

May! Queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers?
LORD EDWARD THURLOW, May

An optimist is the human personification of spring.
SUSAN J. BISSONETTE

Sweet April showers
Do spring May flowers.
THOMAS TUSSER

Now is the month of Maying,
When merry lads are playing.
Fa la la...
Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass.
Fa la la...
The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at winter's sadness.
Fa la la...
THOMAS MORLEY, Now is the Month of Maying

Winter is many months of the year
But now at last Maytime is here;
And birds sing from a leafy screen
In the trees and hedgerow freshly green;
And the wood-anemone is out in the shade,
With its blushing petals which too soon fade;
Once more the bracken is unfurling there,
And bluebells gently perfume the damp air.
VERONICA ANN TWELLS, Maytime

Yes, I will spend the livelong day
With Nature in this month of May;
And sit beneath the trees, and share
My bread with birds whose homes are there;
While cows lie down to eat, and sheep
Stand to their necks in grass so deep;
While birds do sing with all their might,
As though they felt the earth in flight.
WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES, In May


*Of course, many people may not have the same oppinion.