74 JUNE AND JANUARY. JUNE AND JANUARY. Now that the winter's gone, the earth has lost In open fields; and love no more is made T. Carew. LOVE'S SPRINGTIME. 75 LOVE'S SPRINGTIME. IT was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino! Between the acres of the rye This carol they began that hour, And therefore take the present time W. Shakespeare. 76 A SPRING IDYLL. A SPRING IDYLL. THIS day, Dame Nature seem'd in love! Fresh juice did stir th’embracing vines; The show'rs were short; the weather mild; Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now And now, though late, the modest rose Sir H. Wotton. MAY MORNING. 77 MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, J. Milton. L'ALLEGRO. HENCE, loathéd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. 78 L'ALLEGRO. But come, thou Goddess fair and free, As he met her once a-Maying— And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathéd smiles On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; |