Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAY-DAY, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: Come hither, come hither, and view the face Last Line: "with a world's which shouts, ""rejoice, rejoice!" Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Variant Title(s): Spring Morning Subject(s): Holidays; Trees | ||||||||
I. COME hither, come hither, and view the face Of Nature, in all her May-day grace! By the hedgerow wayside flowers are springing; On the budded elms the birds are singing; And upupup to the gates of Heaven, Mounts the lark, on the wings of her rapture driven; The voice of the streamlet is fresh and loud; On the sky there is not a speck of cloud: Come hither, come hither, and join with me In the season's delightful jubilee! II. Haste out of doors: from the pastoral mount The isles of ocean thine eye may count; From coast to coast, and from town to town, You can see the white sails gleaming down, Like monstrous water-birds, which fling The golden light from each snowy wing; And the chimney'd steamboat tossing high Its volumed smoke to the waste of sky; While you note, in foam, on the yellow beach, The tiny billows each chasing each, Meeting, and mixing, and melting away, Like happy things in the light of day, As rack dissolves in the soft blue sky, Or Time in the sea of Eternity. III. Why tarry at home? the swarms of air Are about, and o'erhead, and every where The little fly opens its silken wings, And from right to left like a blossom flings, And from side to side, like a thistle-seed, Uplifted by winds from September mead; The midge and the moth, from their long, dull sleep, Venture again on the light to peep, Over land and lake abroad they fly, Filling air with their murmurous ecstasy: The hare leaps up from her brushwood bed, And limps, and turns her timid head; The partridge whirrs from the glade; the mole Pops out from the earth of its wintry hole; And the perking squirrel's small nose you see From the fungous nook of its own beech-tree. IV. Come hasten, come hither, and you shall see The beams of that same sun on tower and tree, That shone over Adam in Eden's bowers, And drank up the dew of his garden flowers; Come hither, and look on the same blue sky, Whose arching cloudlessness blest the eye Of sapient Solomon, when he sung, With fluttering heart, and raptured tongue, "The rain is over and goneand lo! The winter is past, and the young flowers blow, The turtle coos, the green figs swell, And the tender grapes have a pleasant smell, The birds are singing to greet the day; Arise, my fair one, and come away!" V. Come hasten ye out: the reviving year As in a glass makes the past appear; And, afar from care, and free from strife, We bask in the sunshine of morning life The days when Hope, from her seraph wing, Rich rainbow hues over earth did fling; And lo! the blithe throng of the green play-ground The cricketers cheer, and the balls rebound The marble is shot at the ringthe air Re-echoes the noises of hounds and hare The perish'd and past, the things of yore, Come back in the loveliest looks they wore, And faces, long hid in Oblivion's night, Start from the darkness, and smile in light! VI. Come hasten ye hither: our garden bowers Are green with the promise of budding flowers The crocus, and spring's first messenger, The fairy snowdrop, are blooming here; The taper-leaf'd tulip is sprouting up; The hyacinth speaks of its purple cup; The jonquil boasteth, "Ere few weeks run, My golden circlet I'll show the sun;" The gillyflower raises its stem on high, And peeps on heaven with its pinky eye; Primroses, an iris-hued multitude, Woo the bland airs, and in turn are woo'd; While the wall-flower threatens, with bursting bud, To darken its blossoms with winter's blood. VII. Come here, come hither, and mark how swell The fruit-buds of the jargonelle; On its yet but leaflet greening boughs The apricot open its blossom throws; The delicate peach-tree's branches run O'er the warm wall, glad to feel the sun; And the cherry proclaims of cloudless weather, When its fruit and the blackbirds will toy together; See, the gooseberry bushes their riches show; And the currant-bloom hangs its leaves below; And the damp-loving rasp saith, "I'll win your praise With my grateful coolness on harvest days." Come along, come along, and guess with me How fair and how fruitful the year shall be! VIII. Look into the pasture grounds o'er the pale, And behold the foal with its switching tail; About and abroad in its mirth it flies, With its long black forelocks about its eyes, Or bends its neck down, with a stretch, The daisy's earliest flower to reach. See, as on by the hawthorn fence we pass, How the sheep are nibbling the tender grass, Or holding their heads to the sunny ray, As if their hearts, like its smile, were gay; While the chattering sparrows, in and out, Fly the shrubs, and trees, and roofs about; And sooty rooks, loudly cawing, roam With sticks and straws to their woodland home. IX. Out upon in-door cares! Rejoice In the thrill of Nature's bewitching voice! The finger of God hath touch'd the sky, And the clouds, like a vanquish'd army, fly, Leaving a rich, wide, azure bow, O'erspanning the works of His hand below: The finger of God hath touch'd the earth, And it starts from slumber in smiling mirth; Behold it awake in the bird and bee, In the springing flower and the sprouting tree, And the leaping trout, and the lapsing stream, And the south-wind soft, and the warm sunbeam: From the sward beneath, and the boughs above Come the scent of flowers, and the sounds of love; Then haste thee hither, and join thy voice With a world's which shouts, "Rejoice, rejoice!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR |
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