John Milton

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
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Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that doth 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.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.