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250 For a crown of May On the front of day When he takes his way Over heaven and earth.

Half a heavenly thing Given from heaven to Spring By the sun her king, Half a tender toy, Seems a child of curl Yet too soft to twirl; Seems the flower-sweet girl By the flower-bright boy.

All the kind gods’ grace, All their love, embrace Ever either face, Ever brood above them: All soft wings of hours Screen them as with flowers From all beams and showers: All life’s seasons love them.

When the dews of sleep Falling lightliest keep Eyes too close to peep Forth and laugh off rest, Joy from face to feet Fill them, as is meet: Life to them be sweet As their mother’s breast