Till May came Earth was quite penurious

Till May came Earth was quite penurious,

And then grew lavishly charitable,

Now all things laugh in a joy delirous,

I too would laugh, were I only able.

The flowers blossom, the bells are pealing,

The birds all speak as they do in fable;

To me their speech brings no pleasant feeling,

I still find all things miserable.

They bore me, all the race of Adam,

Ay, even my friend, once quite tolerable;--

And all because they address as 'Madam'

My sweetheart, so sweet and so amiable.