May / Jane G. Austin

May

Sweet month of Mary, month of May,
What pale pure flowerets strew thy way;
                Bellissima!

Low lilies press about thy feet
With violets changing kisses sweet;
                Dulcissima!

While through the snow that latest lingers
The Mayflower thrusts her fairy fingers;
                Rubentissima!

As though the Virgin's holy mood
Struck tender joys of motherhood;
                Sanctissima!

Even thy moon, so cold and clear,
Shines with a beauty half austere;
                Splendissima!

While chill pure winds from eastern seas
Enfold no dream of tropic breeze;
                Purissima!

.        .        .        .        .        .        .        .

But month of Mary, month of May,
Still with our love we'll strew thy way;
                Bellissima!

For O, sweet maiden of the year,
We cannot choose but hold thee dear;
                Carissima!

~~
Jane G. Austin (1831-1894)
from Through the Year with the Poets: May, 1886

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

Bart Everson, Wildflowers – New Orleans May 2021. CC BY 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.

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