Song of May: Milton and Lanier

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

(1632–33)

NOW the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.   Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire         5   Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!   Woods and groves are of thy dressing;   Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.