James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант)

May and the Poets

There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May's in Milton, May's in Prior,
May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;
May's in all the Italian books:--
She has old and modern nooks,
Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves,
In happy places they call shelves,
And will rise and dress your rooms
With a drapery thick with blooms.
Come, ye rains, then if ye will,
May's at home, and with me still;
But come rather, thou, good weather,
And find us in the fields together. 

James Henry Leigh Hunt’s other poems:

  1. Robin Hood, a Child
  2. A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret’s
  3. Ariadne Waking
  4. To Robert Batty, M.D., on His Giving Me a Lock of Milton’s Hair
  5. The Field of Battle




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