HOW MAY WAS FIRST MADE. 
And lips, whose parted smiles diffuse 
A sunshine o’er the watch they keep, 
Shall open all their white array 
Of pearls, ranged like the buds of May. 
Spring shook the cloud on which she lay, 
And silver’d o’er the Hawthorn spray, 
Then shower’d down the buds of May. 
