Edward Thurlow

(9 December 1731 – 12 September 1806 / Bracon Ash, Norfolk)

May - Poem by Edward Thurlow

MAY! queen of blossoms,
   And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
   Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
   In the green bowers?

Thou hast no need of us,
   Or pipe or wire;
Thou hast the golden bee
   Ripen'd with fire;
And many thousand more
Songsters, that thee adore,
Filling earth's grassy floor
   With new desire.

Thou hast thy mighty herds,
   Tame and free-livers;
Doubt not, thy music too
   In the deep rivers;
And the whole plumy flight
Warbling the day and night--
Up at the gates of light,
   See, the lark quivers!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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