THE NIGHT OF MAY.
To Miss W———
Fair is the blooming morn of June,
And fair October's brilliant moon,
And fair is July's sultry eve,
When show'rs the fainting earth relieve;
But fairer far thy night, sweet May,
Ilium'd by Cynthia's silver ray,
When, wand'ring through the shelter'd vale,
We fondly court the fragrant gale.
And fair October's brilliant moon,
And fair is July's sultry eve,
When show'rs the fainting earth relieve;
But fairer far thy night, sweet May,
Ilium'd by Cynthia's silver ray,
When, wand'ring through the shelter'd vale,
We fondly court the fragrant gale.
Fair was the scene: The clust'ring trees
Wav'd slowly in the gentle breeze,
Wav'd slowly in the gentle breeze,
