Therefore all ye that be lovers call unto your remembrance the month of May.
It was the month of May, the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trusts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love.
The month of May has come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green when buds ripened, and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness.
