English poem
May In February
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
When I go a Maying--Maying-- There his wanton wishes go! Spring, like flowers, to meet me straying.... I must pluck them--will, or no! I must break each pale stalk slender: I must lift each flower fair; For I know they are the tender Thoughts of love that greet me there....
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I will wear them on my bosom.... In the night, when he comes home He shall see his thoughts in blossom, Oh Beloved Spring-time, Come!