Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/15

 MAY-DAY.

AUGHTER of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Maketh all things softly smile, Painteth pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths, Whence a smokeless incense breathes. Girls are peeling the sweet willow, Poplar white, and Gilead-tree, And troops of boys Shouting with whoop and hilloa, And hip, hip, three times three. The air is full of whistlings bland; What was that I heard