While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O! if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hapless doom in some grove nigh, As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. MILTON. B [WAKE, LADY!] ! quit thy bower, late wears the hour, Long have the rooks caw'd round the tower; O'er flower and tree loud hums the bee, The sun is bright, the sky is clear, Up! maiden fair, and bind thy hair, Up! time will tell the morning bell JOANNA BAILLIE. INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN ON A HEATH. HIS Sycamore, oft musical with bees,— TH Such tents the Patriarchs loved! O long unharm'd May all its aged boughs o'er-canopy |