41 THE QUESTION. The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender blue bells, at whose birth And in the warm hedge there grew lush eglantine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple, prankt with white. And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak, that overhung the hedge, With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen. Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural bowers I hastened to the spot whence I had come, SHELLEY. 46 THE POOR MAN'S MAY. THE POOR MAN'S MAY. WEET May! they tell me thou art come: Thou art not come to me; I cannot spare a single hour, Sweet May! to welcome thee. God knows how hard I've worked this week, To earn my children bread; And, see, we have an empty board,— My children are unfed. And art thou still the same sweet May I thought, oh! what a lovely world. For any other heaven? The hawthorn buds are come again, And apple blossoms too; And all the idle, happy birds May sing the long day through. The old green lane awakes once more, Alas! green lane, my heart may die I cannot come to thee! JOHN SAUNDers. 46 THE POOR MAN'S MAY. THE POOR MAN'S MAY. WEET May! they tell me thou art come : Thou art not come to me; I cannot spare a single hour, Sweet May! to welcome thee. God knows how hard I've worked this week, To earn my children bread; And, see, we have an empty board,— My children are unfed. And art thou still the same sweet May My childhood loved so well, I thought, oh! what a lovely world For any other heaven? The hawthorn buds are come again, And apple-blossoms too; And all the idle, happy birds May sing the long day through. The old green lane awakes once more, Alas! green lane, my heart may die— I cannot come to thee! JOHN SAUNDers. |