We'll to the Woods

We'll to the woods, and gather May

Fresh from the footprints of the rain;

We'll to the woods at ev'ry vein

To drink the spirit of the day.

The winds of spring are out at play,

The needs of spring in heart and brain.

We'll to the woods, and gather May

Fresh from the footprints of the rain;

The world's too near her end, you say?

Hark to the blackbird's mad refrain!

It waits for her, the vast Inane?

Then, girls, to help her on her way,

We'll to the woods and gather May.