THE WORLD'S MAY-QUEEN

Whither away is the Spring to-day?

To England, to England!

In France they heard the South wind say,

“She's off on a quest for a Queen o’ the May,

So she's over the hills far away,

To England!”

And why did she fly with her golden feet

To England, to England?

In Italy, too, they heard the sweet

Roses whisper and flutter and beat —

“She's an old and a true, true love to greet

In England!”

A moon ago there came a cry

From England, from England,

Faintly, fondly it faltered nigh

The throne of the Spring in the Southern sky,

And it whispered “Come,” and the world went by,

And with one long loving blissful sigh

The Spring was away to England!