You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-Year;
Of all the glad New-Year, mother, the maddest merriest day,
For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.
from The May Queen by Alfred Lord Tennyson
To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-Year;
Of all the glad New-Year, mother, the maddest merriest day,
For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.
from The May Queen by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Happy May Day, Michael. Maybe we'll let you be the May King!
ReplyDeleteDon't we sacrifice May Kings? Or am I thinking of the Roman festivals of Dionysus?
ReplyDeleteHappy May Day to you and yours. I will be in my garden planting lettuce and carrots today ahead of the spring rains slated for this weekend.
Happy Mad, Merry, May Day, Michael!
ReplyDeleteLaughing at Jacqui...definitely something to verify before one proceeds...hehe
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice way to usher in May M! (Not sacrificing the May King--your blog entry, I mean)
I love the picture--its one I would've chosen for my blog.
Thanks M.
Now, now let's not take this ancient holiday too far, No Sacrificing the May King M. please!!
ReplyDeleteGreat photo and poem! Glad you stopped by after my long quiet spell!