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May is Mary’s month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why“
Her feasts follow reason
Dated due to season
Candlemass, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May
Why fasten that upon her
With a festing in her honour?
Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunest
And flowers finds soonest?
Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?
Growth ine every thing
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather
Grass and greenworld all together:
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathizing
With that world of good
Nature’s motherhood.
Therir maginifiying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnifity the Lord.
Well but there was more than this:
Spring’s universal bliss
Much, had much to say
To offeing Mary May.
When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple
Bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver-surfed cherry
And azuring-over greybell makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears, and clinches all
This ecsstasy all though mothernig earth
Tels Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.

Lyrics was added by roman59

The Habit Of Perfection (with Jan Hrubý)