Song: On May Morning

British|John Milton

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her

The flowry May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.

Hail bounteous May that dost inspire

Mirth and youth, and warm desire,

Woods and groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and dale, doth boast thy blessing.

Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long.