May Bloom Eliza Craven Green



Wild flowers in Spring at Dawn
May Bloom Eliza Craven Green

Once I gather'd flowers enchanted,
Red and white, with perfume rare,
And I heard the fairy music,
Dulcet in the golden air.

All the skies were flush'd with dawn-light
As I trod the magic clime,
Gathering May-bloom, blithe and careless,
In the Morning-land of Time.'

But the Day came, stern and weary,
Giving thorns for blossoms fair,
And I lost the dewy path-way,
In the Noontide's desert bare.

Vainly, now, amid the Twilight,
Seek I for that fairy clime,—
Only Once we gather May-bloom
In the Morning-land of Time!