I am hunting for last year's poem by Lanier Ivester and this year she posted
this wonderful writing: ( did she know I was yearning for the ocean?)
And while I dreamed an inexorable sea away, they sang,
white robes ruffled like fledgling feathers breathed upon by auroral breezes,
round mouths wide to drink in all that dew of blushing morn and maidenMay. The earth is glad once more—their sweet song rouses it with a shout!
Then John Milton:
|Song on May Morning|