University of Virginia Library

SONNET, Written 1st of May, 1795.

'Tis May!—once more the laughing meads rejoice,
Once more the salutary zephyrs play,
Once more the grove's gay tenants tune their voice
To hail the lustre of the vernal day!
The quiv'ring wave in gay meander flows,
The silken insect skims the silver stream,
The azure violet, and the pale primrose,
On every green bank negligently gleam.
Brighter the lustre of the glowing skies,
And brighter still as noon-tide hours advance,
The painted landscape beams with deeper dies,
And rays more potent thro' light æther glance.
But what, alas! avails the jocund day
To uniform distress, 'tis never—May!