May
Then came fair May, the fairest maid on ground,
Deck’d all with dainties of her season’s pride,
And throwing flowers out of her lap around:
Upon two brethren’s shoulders she did ride;
The twins of Leda, which on either side
Supported her like to their sovereign queen.
Lord! how all creatures laught when her they spied,
And leapt and danced as they had ravish’d been.
And Cupid’s self about her fluttered all in green.
Edmund Spenser.