Full Lyrics
Come, May, with all thy /lowers,
Thy sweetlyscented thorn,
Thy cooling evening showers,
Thy fragrant breath at morn:
When May/lies haunt the willow,
When Maybuds tempt the bee,
Then, o’er the shining billow
My love will come to me.
From Eastern Isles she wingeth
Through watery wilds her way,
And on her cheek she bringeth
The bright sun’s orient ray!
Oh! come and court her hither,
Ye breezes mild and warm—
One winter’s gale would wither
So soft, so pure a form.
The /ields where she was straying
Are blest with endless light;
With zephyrs always playing
Through gardens always bright.
Then now, sweet May! be sweeter
Than e’er thou’st been before;
Let sighs from roses meet her
When she comes near our shore.
