In May
Oh to have you in May,To talk with you under the trees,Dreaming throughout the day,Drinking the wine-like breeze,
Oh it were sweet to thinkThat May should be ours again,Hoping it not, I shrink,Out of the sight of men.
May brings the flowers to bloom,It brings the green leaves to the tree,And the fatally sweet perfume,Of what you once were to me.