And then at night, Oh! what delight To hear the pipes of Pan! And see the old connexion still Kept up 'twixt _May_ and _Can_! While maidens bound The May-pole round, With hearts and footsteps light: And near the _Pole_ a _booth_ is found, A _Boothia Felix_ quite. At least 'twas so Some years ago, Ere wisdom oped our eyes; And farthing folks, with penny mags, Made people penny wise. But, nowadays, We've no such Mays: Unpluck'd now blows the hawthorn. A May-pole I no more can find Than Parry can the _northern_. Our Johnny raws Read Newton's laws, All merriment unheeding; And, poring over the _Laws of Light_, Imagine it light reading. Yet still, sweet May, To me thou'rt gay; My pleasure and my pride! I love thy vi'lets, daffodils, Daisies,—and pigeons—pied! I love thy flow'rs, And shady bow'rs; Thy mountains and thy vales. I love thy _morning breezes_, and I love thy _nightingales_! Then, hip! huzza! For Merry May! We'll banish care and fear; And sing and dance from _day_ to _day_, And laugh from _ear_ to _ear_! [Illustration: JUNE.—Haymaking. ]