May, thou lovely month of spring!
As a fairy thou com'st dancing,
Sweetness rests upon thy brow,
Smiles upon thy face are glancing,
Angel hands have thee caressed,
Chirrup birds to thee in bowers,
Heaven thy gentle head hath blest;
Underneath thy quiet breast
Softly sleep thy tender flowers.
Every day thou smilest brightly,
Till thou seest has come thy day,
Then, with longing eyes turned backward,
Sighing low, thou steal'st away.