MAY DAY

MAY DAY

A maid came forth one May morning The sky was starry blue The frozen moon was waning She sought the morning dew She sought the morning dew, she sought The beauty of the May That dew-bright moonlight beauty caught Before the break of day She wandered over moonlit paths The world was lost in sleep Bending she touched the dewy grass Secret where waters meet

She saw the universe embossed On every drop of dew She saw old age, her beauty lost And all the years would do She saw her pale face trembling there In the pale moonlight Caught in each dew-drop, prisoner Of that starry night They found her next day, cold as snow Under a copper sun Still bathing her stoney beauty though The last dew was gone.