Here you will find thePoemYoung May sat fainting and chillof poet Augusta Davies Webster
YOUNG May sat fainting and chill, And neither could live nor die; She looked and hated the sky, Yet knew not what was her ill. Ah well-a-day! For the lonely May. She tired of weeping, and slept; Who woke her up but the Sun? And joy and love had begun To teach her why she had wept Oh bright new day For the startled May!
