Classic Poem

It is the season now to go
Into May's fairyland—
Where happy, hand in hand,
We two can watch the green buds grow,
And breathe the lilac breezes blow
Within the woods' wild loveliness.
Oh, come, my love, with me,
And lie 'neath yonder tree,
Whose shadows are a fond caress.

It is the season now for those
Who scent love's Spring.
The birds are caroling
Of youth that never has a close.
Our May shall be like to the rose
That never dies: Winter is o'er,
And happy, hand in hand,
In May's sweet fairyland
We two shall wander evermore!