Poem of the day-116: Song on May Morning by John Milton

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 dost inspire 5
       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.