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Herrick, in his beautiful poem of “ Corinna’s 
going a-maying,” has also given us some idea 
of the manner in which this day was kept in 
his time. 
Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark 
How each field turns a street, each street a park, 
Made green and trimmed with trees; see how 
Devotion gives each house a bough, 
Or branch; each porch, each door, ere this, 
An ark, a tabernacle is, 
Made up of white-thorne, neatly interwove, 
As if here were those cooler shades of love. 
Can such delights be in the street 
And open fields, and we not see’t ? 
Come, we'll abroad, and let’s obey 
The proclamation made for May, 
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying ; 
But, my Corinna, come; let’s go a-Maying. 
There’s not a budding boy or girl, this day, 
But is got up and gone to bring in May: 
A deal of youth, ere this, is come 
Back, and with white-thorne laden home ; 
Some have despatched their cakes and cream 
Before that we have left to dream ; 
And some have wept and wooed and plighted troth, 
And chose their priest ere we can cast off sloth: 
Many a green gown has been given, 
Many a kiss, both odd and even ; 
Many a glance too has been sent 
From out the eye, love’s firmament; 
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