Classic Poem

O LUSTY May, with Flora queen!
The balmy dropis from Phoebus sheen
   Preluciand beams before the day:
By that Diana growis green
   Through gladness of this lusty May.

Then Esperus, that is so bricht,
Til woful hairtis castis his light,
   With bankis that bloomis on every brae;
And schouris are shed forth of their sicht
   Through gladness of this lusty May.

Birdis on bewis of every birth,
Rejoicing notis makand their mirth
   Richt plesantly upon the spray,
With flourishingis o'er field and firth
   Through gladness of this lusty May.

All luvaris that are in care
To their ladies they do repair
   In fresh morningis before the day,
And are in mirth ay mair and mair
   Through gladness of this lusty May.