English poem
Xxvii
In May
Blithe Nature leaned to kiss her favorite child, Her sunshine hair about her bosom swirled; Gay Baby Spring held out his hands, he smiled, And Apple-Blossoms dimpled on the world.
Versos English Helen Hay Whitney Xxvii
Versos English Helen Hay Whitney Xxvii
English poem
In May
Blithe Nature leaned to kiss her favorite child, Her sunshine hair about her bosom swirled; Gay Baby Spring held out his hands, he smiled, And Apple-Blossoms dimpled on the world.