May-Day in New England.

Can this be May ?  Can this be May ?1
We have not found a flower to-day !2
We roamed the wood—we climbed the hill3
We rested by the rushing rill4
And lest they had forgot the day,5
We told them it was May, dear May !6
We called the sweet, wild blooms by name7
We shouted, and no answer came !8
From smiling field, or solemn hill9
From rugged rock, or rushing rill10
We only bade the pretty pets11
Just breathe from out their hiding-places ;12
We told the little, light coquettes13
They need’nt show their bashful faces14
One sigh,” we said, “ one fragrant sigh,15
Will soon discover where you lie !”16
The roguish things were still as death17
They would’nt even breathe a breath.18
Alas ! there’s none so deaf, I fear,19
As those who do not choose to hear !20
We wandered to an open place,21
And sought the sunny buttercup,22
That, so delighted, in your face23
Just like a pleasant smile looks up.24
We peeped into a shady spot,25
To find the blue “ Forget-me-not !”26
At last a far-off voice we heard,27
A voice as of a fountain-fall,28
That softer than a singing-bird,29
Did answer to our merry call !30
So wildly sweet the breezes brought31
That tone in every pause of ours,32
That we, delighted, fondly thought33
It must be talking of the flowers !34
We knew the violets loved to hide35
The cool and lulling wave beside :—36
With song, and laugh, and bounding feet,37
And wild hair wandering on the wind,38
We swift pursued the murmurs sweet ;39
But not a blossom could we find ;—40
The cowslip, crocus, columbine,41
The violet, and the snow-drop fine,42
The orchis ’neath the hawthorn tree,43
The blue-bell and anemone,44
The wild-rose, eglantine, and daisy,45
Where are they all ?— they must be lazy !46
Perhaps they’re playing “ Hide and seek”—47
Oh, naughty flowers ! why don’t you speak ?48
We have not found a flower to-day49
They surely cannot know ’tis May !50
You have not found a flower to-day !—51
What’s that upon your cheek, I pray ? 52
A blossom pure, and sweet, and wild,53
And worth all Nature’s blooming wealth ;54
Not all in vain your search, my child !—55
You’ve found at least the rose of health !56
The golden buttercup, you say,57
That like a smile illumes the way,58
Is nowhere to be seen to-day.59
Fair child ! upon that beaming face.60
A softer, lovelier smile I trace ;61
A treasure, as the sunshine bright62
A glow of love and wild delight !63
Then pine no more for Nature’s toy64
You’ve found at least the flower of joy.65
Yes ! in a heart so young, and gay,66
And kind as yours, ’tis always May !67
For gentle feelings, love, are flowers68
That bloom thro’ life’s most clouded hours !69
Ah ! cherish them, my happy child,70
And check the weeds that wander wild ;71
And while their stainless wealth is given,72
In incense sweet, to earth and heaven,73
No longer will you need to say74
Can this be May ? Can this be May ?’75