Lo! Behold!  It was a day, in merry May The sun was up, alive and gay I saw you cheery and in bloom On a distant summer noon. Thy art lovely  Thou blossoms bubbly  You never brag  of your wondrous shade You remain gentle and temperate Many a spring and winters’ play You have witnessed The seasons sway The feathered flock Finds home in you Chirps and chatters None bothers you. When the Heaven’s  Eyes doth glare  You lend your blinds To be fair. No winters’ cold Nor summers’ pride Could shake your beauty  You held with might. The weary folks Rest and stare At your bounty  That is rare. You hold your beauty To lease For all you wish Is to just please. You are the Aprils’ sweet Spring is when You move with the breeze.  You adorn the blues  And never muse  To defy the hues  I could not But stop to bear And carry your memory To cherish at lair.