So only thanks are on my lips; And though my love I see my earliest dreams, like freighted ships, come sailing home to me...

WORDS for MAY...

When violets springing 
And sunshine filled the day,
And happy birds were singing 
The praises of May, 
May,
A word came to me, 
Blighting
The beauty of the scene,
And in my heart was winter,
Though all the trees were green.
And blossom starts,
May.