See also: Poems by all poets about spring and All poems by John Millington Synge
On A Birthday
Friend of Ronsard, Nashe, and Beaumont,
Lark of Ulster, Meath, and Thomond,
Heard from Smyrna and Sahara
To the surf of Connemara,
Lark of April, June, and May,
Sing loudly this my Lady-day.
In May
In a nook
that opened south,
You and I
Lay mouth to mouth.
A snowy gull
And sooty daw
Came and looked
With many a caw;
'Such,' I said,
'Are I and You,
When you've Kissed me
Black and Blue!'