Sunday, April 19, 2015

Daily Dose


From The Poems of Leigh Hunt

MAY AND THE POETS

There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May's in Milton, May's in Prior,
May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;
May's in all the Italian books:--
She has old and modern nooks,
Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves,
In happy places they call shelves,
And will rise and dress your rooms
With a drapery thick with blooms.
Come, ye rains, then if ye will,
May's at home, and with me still;
But come rather, thou, good weather,
And find us in the fields together.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for posting this. Leigh Hunt is a sorely underrated poet, who often (in Marianne Moore's phrase about somebody else) "startles us into felicity"!

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