Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day,
Temperately faultless and fair.
Oh, to be roaming, this rare day in May ~
Oh, how I wish you were there.
Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye
And as summer is saluted, yet still...
Oh, you were with me as often I try
To think of you out on the hill.
I remember you with me, faithful and true,
Oh you, how loyal and sound;
Alert when I whistled and ever, I knew
Oh you, a prince of a hound.
Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~
But do I feel rain in the sky?
Not so, this May day, I must be mistaken;
Oh, 'tis the tear in my eye.
Categories:
maying, best friend, dog, may,
Form: Quatrain
This sunny morn, a maying we will go.
We seek bright blooms for garlands and our queen.
The best month of the year is here, and so
this sunny morn, a maying we will go
into the woods where wildest blossoms grow.
With baskets in our hands; through fields of green,
this sunny morn, a maying we will go.
We seek bright blooms for garlands and our queen.
We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round.
the queen presiding over all we do,
We‘ll dance and sing with a most joyful sound.
We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round,
and garlands we will make from flowers found,
and for the queen, a crown we’ll fashion too.
We’ll weave a pole with ribbons round and round.
the queen presiding over all we do.
A king there must be, and he is the one
who races fastest to the Hawthorne tree.
My eye has been upon the baker’s son!
A king there must be, and he is the one
who’ll stay with me until the day is done.
You see, the queen they chose this day is me!
A king there must be, and he is the one
who races fastest to the Hawthorne tree.
(Can't believe I accidentally deleted this one after putting it up the other day)
Categories:
maying, may,
Form: Triolet
Lines of sweet garlands lie beside,
The winding road,
The stooping hill,
Pines and moorland bend to the ride,
Of Cupid’s delight,
The eerie, hoping thrill...
The shepherd’s flock, wool a-blowing,
Cow and music softly lowing,
To the wind which wisely, thanks bestowing,
Accepts the bow of Cupid’s aim...
Wind tripping lightly all along,
Its spouse, the cloud,
Its smile, the sun,
Sings the slipping, flighty throng,
Full voice aloud,
Along the frantic, joyous run...
The shepherd’s sweetheart, far away,
Stops from her song, stops from her Maying,
And hearing the sound, begins a-praying,
Accepts the flowers which high noon’s bride has thrown...
Categories:
maying, beautiful, imagery, inspiration, may,
Form: Pastoral
The primroses still continue their welcome bloom on the commons on a May day,
With scattered oaks and rich thickets the birds chirping the days are longer,
Hundreds of nightingales singing together, sad songs from an enchanted forest,
A cuckoo is heard from deep in the fairy forest and the rich grasses knee deep.
Mornings now are not so dark, the pools and streams flow white with ranunculus,
Foxglove leaves are springing up, firm and green in the woods and on many banks,
Soon it will be time to dig and hoe, the red and black spotted butterfly flies,
Time to wander over ancient commons, the ichneumon flies are out busy and alert.
It's so nice to see the spring again in gardens the common current is so lovely,
Hedges luxuriantly green, the perfume of hawthorn, everything is just beautiful,
The woods to which the young people used to go out before day break, a-maying,
The sky with dark whitish clouds scudding their way to the sea, maybe some rain.
Categories:
maying, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
The primroses still continue their welcome bloom on the commons on a May day,
With scattered oaks and rich thickets the birds chirping the days are longer,
Hundreds of nightingales singing together, sad songs from an enchanted forest,
A cuckoo is heard from deep in the fairy forest and the rich grasses knee deep.
Mornings now are not so dark, the pools and streams flow white with ranunculus,
Foxglove leaves are springing up, firm and green in the woods and on many banks,
Soon it will be time to dig and hoe, the red and black spotted butterfly flies,
Time to wander over ancient commons, the ichneumon flies are out busy and alert.
It's so nice to see the spring again in gardens the common current is so lovely,
Hedges luxuriantly green, the perfume of hawthorn, everything is just beautiful,
The woods to which the young people used to go out before day break, a-maying,
The sky with dark whitish clouds scudding their way to the sea, maybe some rain.
Categories:
maying, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
WHICH PARADISE DO I AGAIN SORT?
WHEN I HAVE THEE CLOSE, NEVER FOUGHT-
WHAT VIRTUES DO I OWE AGAIN MY LOVE,
WHEN THOU DAZZLE WITH THE SUN BEAMS-DANCING DOVE.
IF PARADISE NEEDS VIRTUES, I OWE NONE:
MY LOVE SO INNOCENT,UNBENT BEAMS
AND MY HEART GOES A-MAYING FOR THY DREAMS
FORTHWITH THOU FATTEN IN SMILES SHONE:
OH! PARADISE, THOU NOT NEED COME FOR ME
FOR MINE STANDS, DAZZLER THAN ALL EVER BEHELD-
YOU ARE LATE FOR IN LOVE I'VE BEEN HELD WITH SINEWS
WHEREIN I NOW STAND,INNOCENT WITH ALL THE CLUES.
Categories:
maying, lovelove, paradise,
Form: Romanticism
Homework is so boring,
It makes me feel like snoring,
I wish were out playing,
O I can't for Maying,
Why do we have Homework,
I don't mean to be a Jerk,
But I hate to have to work,
the work I do at home,
Homework!
Categories:
maying, childhood, education,
Form: Rhyme