May Monologue from Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces

From Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces by Marguerite Merington

female · joyful · 50 sec

Oh, I’m the merry month of May, The time of white and tender green That nature makes a gala day! Of May-crowned queens I am the queen, The happy, singing heart of spring— A maiden turning seventeen. The fairies weave a magic ring About my footsteps where I roam: I have not learned that nettles sting. Beneath the blue of Heaven’s dome, Brushed by a feather from Time’s wing, The world at large I call my home. Where flowers bloom and linnets sing Within the heart, is aye my home, The shrine of May, the soul of spring!

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