May

May is coming, listen! hark! Flowers growing dawn and dark. Dollie’s playing in the grass, Bees about her humming pass; Lilacs in her yellow hair, Breath of lilacs everywhere. Let us set a May-pole here, Where the daisy buds appear; Let us garland it about, Weave with blossoms in and out. Then I’ll wreathe a flow’ry crown, Make a regal robe and gown. Who of May shall be the queen? Who but precious Dolladine!