63 
It was during a delightful journey through scenes like this, 
when 
Zephirus and Flora gentelly 
Yave to the flowers soft and tenderly 
Hir sote brethe, and made hem for to sprede, 
As God and Goddesse of the flourie mede, 
In which, methoughte, I mighte daie by dale 
Dwellen alway, the jolly month of Maie, 
that the following “ May Meditations” suggested themselves. 
She came—the bright, beautiful, gladsome Spring! 
She hath waved o’er the earth her glittering wing; 
With her sunny smile, and her joyous voice. 
She hath bid the chilled, weary earth rejoice; 
UolT her wintry garb, and with flow’rets gay 
Richly embroider her verdant array. 
The Spring came forth; with her glance so bright, 
Her song of glee, and her wing of light. 
She hath flitted along o’er vale and hill 
That in Winter’s deep sleep lay dark and still; 
She hath warbled her cheerful, arousing strain. 
And they burst from their slumbers to life again. 
She waved o’er the forests her magic wand. 
And the leaves sprang forth ’neath her fairy hand. 
The luxuriant lilac’s bloom is there. 
And laburnums waving their yellow hair; 
The blossoms of snow on each clustered spray 
Their light petals spread on her flower-gemmed way, — 
Some piu’est white, and some with a streak 
Like the fluttering blush on a maiden’s cheek. 
