Sweet, how sweet, the hawthorn blooming, Round the balmy air perfuming, Lovely May, these are thy treasures, In thy train attend the pleasures, -- These thy treasures, lovely May. On thy green lap flowrets springing, Hark the merry birds are singing; While the maidens featly dancing, Hail thy footsteps slow advancing, -- These thy pleasures, lovely May. Vi'lets with the primrose twining, Dipp'd in dew, their hues combining, Form the wreath thy brows adorning, Fair and fresh, as early morning, -- These thy treasures, lovely May. Come, sweet May, come softly smiling, No chill blasts our hopes beguiling; Guard the summer's blossom'd treasures, In thy train attend the pleasures, -- These thy pleasures, lovely May.
- by Anne Hunter (1742 - 1821) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Away to the oaken grove (Hob y deri danno)", JHW. XXXII/4 no. 352, Hob. XXXIb no. 16. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2011-09-19
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Word count: 111