This May Day with Its Painted Head, Poem by Pierre De Ronsard

This May Day with its painted head,
In a lusty and gentle green,
Must not pass without my lively ardor
By your grace being somewhat quenched.

For your part, if you are struck
As much as I by amorous languor,
With a like fire let us ease our heart,
Who loves well must have no fear.

Time flees, meanwhile this fair day
Must teach us to conduct Love,
And the pigeon that kisses his mate.

Kiss me then and let us do just so
As the birds without giving ourselves care:
After death one sees nothing that pleases.

Pierre de Ronsard

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