For a Birthday
April with her violets,
   May and June with roses,
      Young July with all her flowers, crimson, gold and white,
Each in place her tribute sets,
   Each her wreath composes,
      Making glad the roadway for the Lady of Delight.
Birds with many colours gay,
   Through the branches flitting,
      Sing, to greet my Lady Love, a lusty welcome song.
Even bees make holiday,
   Hive and honey quitting,
      Tremulous and jubilant they join the eager throng.
Now the road is flower-paved;
   Timid fawns are peering
      From their pleasant vantage in the roadside’s leafy green.
All the world in sunlight laved,
   Knows the hour is nearing
      That shall bring the golden presence of the well-loved Queen.
Hark! at last the silver trill
   Of a lute is sounding—
      Happy August, purple-clad, appears with all her train.
Sudden sweet the branches fill;
   Every heart is bounding;
      August comes, the kindly nurse of her who is to reign!
And now, with proud and valiant gait,
   An hundred centaurs come.
Pan rides the foremost one in state;
   The waiting crowd grows dumb.
Each centaur wears a jewelled thong
   And harness bright of sheen;
They draw through surging floods of song
   The carriage of the Queen!
“Hail! Hail! Hail! to the Queen in her moonstone car!
Hail! Hail! Hail! to the Lady whose slaves we are!
We of the meadows, the rocks and the hills,
Dwellers in oceans and rivers and rills,
Beasts of the forests and birds of the air,
Linnet and butterfly, lion and bear,
Daisy and daffodill, spruce-tree and fir,
Yield to our Queen and do homage to her!
Hail! Hail! Hail! we welcome thy royal sway!
Hail! Hail! Hail! O Queen, on this festal day!”
So all the world kneels down to you,
   And all things are your own;
Now let a humble rhymer sue
   Before your crystal throne.
Fair Queen, at your rose-petal feet
   Bid me to live and die!
Not all your world of lovers, Sweet,
   Can love so much as I.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 5, 2001; not revised.