
The speaker recalls an unnamed experience on a bright, breezy day in early May, before the poppies bloomed and the last eggs hatched. It passed with the month, leaving the speaker old, cold, and gray.
By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Melancholic Poetry, Nature Poetry · 142 words
I cannot tell you how it was; / But this I know: it came to pass / Upon a bright and breezy day / When May was young; ah, pleasant May! / As yet the poppies were not born / Between the blades of tender corn; / The last eggs had not hatched as yet, / Nor any bird foregone its mate.
I cannot tell you what it was; / But this I know: it did but pass. / It passed away with sunny May, / With all sweet things it passed away, / And left me old, and cold, and gray.
spring · transience · loss · aging · birds
May is listed on Textopian as a poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti, dated Date unknown.
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