VI.

Come, bounteous May ! in Fulness of thy Might,
Lead, briskly, on the mirth-infusing Hours,
All-recent from the Bosom of Delight,
With Nectar, nurtur'd; and involv'd in Flow'rs:
By Spring 's sweet Blush, by Nature's teeming Womb;
By Hebe 's dimply Smile, by Flora 's Bloom;
By Venus' -self (for Venus' -self demands thee) come!

VII.

By the warm Sighs, in dewy Even-Tide,
Of melting Maidens, in the Wood-bind-groves,
To Pity loosen'd, soften'd down from Pride;
By billing Turtles, and by cooing Doves;
By the Youth's Plainings stealing on the Air,
(For Youths will plain, tho' yielding be the Fair)
Hither, to bless the Maidens and the Youths, repair.

VIII.

With Dew bespangled, by the Hawthorn-buds,
With Freshness breathing, by the daisy'd Plains,
By the mix'd Music of the warbling Woods,
And jovial Roundelays of Nymphs and Swains;
In thy full Energy, and rich Array,
Delight of Earth and Heav'n! O blessed May!
From Heav'n descend to Earth: on Earth vouchsafe to stay.

IX.

She comes! — A silken Camus, emral'd-green,
Gracefully loose, adown her Shoulder's flows,
(Fit to enfold the Limbs of Papbos' Queen )
And with the Labours of the Needle glows,
Purfled by Nature's Hand! The amorous Air
And musky-western Breezes, fast, repair,
Her Mantle proud to swell, and wanton with her Hair.

X.

Her Hair (but rather Threads of Light it seems)
With the gay Honours of the Spring intwin'd,
Copious, unbound, in nectar'd Ringlets streams,
Floats glitt'ring on the Sun, and scents the Wind,
Love-sick with Odours! — Now to order roll'd,
It melts upon her Bosom's dainty Mould,
Or, curling round her Waste, disparts its wavy Gold.