01 May 2014

a-Maying

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Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn   
    Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.   
    See how Aurora throws her fair   
    Fresh-quilted colours through the air:   
    Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see          
    The dew bespangling herb and tree!   
Each flower has wept and bow’d toward the east   
Above an hour since, yet you not drest;   
    Nay! not so much as out of bed?   
    When all the birds have matins said   
    And sung their thankful hymns, ‘tis sin,   
    Nay, profanation, to keep in,   
Whereas a thousand virgins on this day   
Spring sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.   
  
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen   
To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,   
    And sweet as Flora. Take no care   
    For jewels for your gown or hair:   
    Fear not; the leaves will strew   
    Gems in abundance upon you:   
Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, 
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.   
    Come, and receive them while the light   
    Hangs on the dew-locks of the night:   
    And Titan on the eastern hill   
    Retires himself, or else stands still   
Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying:   
Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.   
  
Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark   
How each field turns a street, each street a park,   
    Made green and trimm’d with trees! see how   
    Devotion gives each house a bough   
    Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this,   
    An ark, a tabernacle is,   
Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove,   
As if here were those cooler shades of love.   
    Can such delights be in the street   
    And open fields, and we not see ‘t?   
    Come, we’ll abroad: and let ‘s obey   
    The proclamation made for May,   
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;   
But, my Corinna, come, let ‘s go a-Maying.   
  
There ‘s not a budding boy or girl this day   
But is got up and gone to bring in May.   
    A deal of youth ere this is come   
    Back, and with white-thorn laden home.   
    Some have despatch’d their cakes and cream,   
    Before that we have left to dream:   
And some have wept and woo’d, and plighted troth,   
And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:
    Many a green-gown has been given,   
    Many a kiss, both odd and even:   
    Many a glance, too, has been sent   
    From out the eye, love’s firmament:   
Many a jest told of the keys betraying
This night, and locks pick’d: yet we’re not a-Maying!   
  
Come, let us go, while we are in our prime,   
And take the harmless folly of the time!   
    We shall grow old apace, and die   
    Before we know our liberty.
    Our life is short, and our days run   
    As fast away as does the sun.   
And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,   
Once lost, can ne’er be found again,   
    So when or you or I are made
    A fable, song, or fleeting shade,   
    All love, all liking, all delight   
    Lies drown’d with us in endless night.   
Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying,   
Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying. 

~Robert Herrick, 1591 - 1674


photograph of "Corinna & the one who loves her so", is by Tim Walker

5 comments:

  1. Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May
    That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
    Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
    When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
    It's May, it's May, that gorgeous holiday
    When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
    It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display
    Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
    Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May
    Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
    What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
    Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
    Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit
    Tra la la la la, that dear forbidden fruit, tra la la la la
    Tra la la la la, tra la, tra la, tra la la la la la la la la la
    It's May, the lusty month of May
    That darling month when everyone throws self-control away
    It's time to do a wretched thing or two
    And try to make each precious day, one you'll always rue
    It's May, it's May, the month of yes you may
    The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im
    It's wild, it's gay, a blot in every way
    The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past
    Gaze at the human race aghast
    Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May
    That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
    Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
    When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
    It's May, it's May, the month of great dismay
    When all the world is brimming with fun wholesome or un
    It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display
    Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
    Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May
    Songwriters
    Frederick Loewe;Alan Jay Lerner

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  2. Delightful image and poem.

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  3. May, shmay ..winter is coming here ..it's suddenly got cold and older Sydney houses are freezing!

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