What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow: There is but one May in the year, And sometimes May is wet and cold; There is but one May in the year Before the year grows old. Yet though it be the chilliest May, With least of sun and most of showers, Its wind and dew, its night and day, The summer nights are short For hours and hours lark after lark Trills out his song. The summer days are short Where southern nights are long: Yet short the night when nightingales Trill out their song. Twist me a crown of wind-flowers; That I may fly away To hear the singers at their song, Put on your crown of wind-flowers: Alas! your crown of wind-flowers I twist them in a crown to-day, |