Seeing as its May 1st, I thought I would put up a May Day poem, from the best, Ralph Emerson.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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
The poem in its entireity can be read in May-day, and Other Pieces and is availble to read or download from Google Books here.