26 FLORA AND THALIA. 



MAY. 



BoRx in yon blaze of orient sky, 



Sweet May ! thy radiant form unfold ; 



Unclose thy blue and tender eye, 



And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. 



For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow, 

 For thee descends the sunny shower; 



The rills in softer murmur flow, 



And brighter blossoms gem the bower. 



DARWIN. 



Come away ! the sunny hours 

 Woo thee far to founts and bowers ! 

 O'er the very waters now. 



In their play, 

 Flowers are shedding beauty's glow, 



Come away ! 

 Where the lily's tender gleam 

 Quivers on the glowing stream, 



Come away ! 



