The May Magnificat

May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why:

Her feasts follow reason,

Dated due to season-Candlemas,

Lady Day;

But the Lady Month,

May,

Why fasten that upon her,

With a feasting in her honour?

Is it only its being brighter Than the most are must delight her?

Is it opportunest And flowers finds soonest?

Ask of her, the mighty mother:

Her reply puts this other Question:

What is Spring?- Growth in every thing-Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,

Grass and greenworld all together;

Star-eyed strawberry-breasted Throstle above her

Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin Forms and warms the life within;

And bird and blossom swell In sod or sheath or shell.

All things rising, all things sizing Mary sees, sympathising With that world of good,

Nature's motherhood.

Their magnifying of each its kind With delight calls to mind How she did in her stored Magnify the Lord.

Well but there was more than this:

Spring's universal bliss Much, had much to say To offering Mary May.

When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple Bloom lights the orchard-apple And thicket and thorp are merry With silver-surfed

And azuring-over greybell makes Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes And magic cuckoocall Caps, clears, and clinches all-This ecstasy all through mothering earth Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's birth To remember and exultation In God who was her salvation.