Poems (Griffin)/May-Day Song

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MAY-DAY SONG.
LET us go, let us go
 Where the flowers sweet are blowing,
To the meadows where they grow,
 In the sunlight brightly glowing;

Where the dove, for its love,
 With a tender plaint is pining,
In the shadows of the grove,
 Where the morning dew is shining.

In the glade, 'neath the shade,
 Where the breezes softly hurtle,
Our bower shall be made,
 Twined with hyacinth and myrtle.

Here we'll crown our May-Day queen,
 And we'll sing our May-Day chorus,
And we'll dance upon the green,
 Till the twilight deepens o'er us.

Let us go, let us go
 Where the flowers sweet are blowing,
To the meadows where they grow,
 In the sunlight brightly glowing.

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