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T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
The Queen of May
(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719)

UPON a time I chanced to walk along a Green,
Where pretty Lasses danced in strife to choose a Queen;
Some homely dressed, some handsome, some pretty, and some gay,
But who excelled in Dancing, must be the Queen of May.
From Morning till the Evening, their Controversy held,        5
And I, as Judge, stood gazing on, to Crown her that excelled;
At last when Phœbus Steeds had drawn their Wain away,
We found and crowned a Damsel to be the Queen of May.
Full well her Nature from her Face I did admire,
Her Habit well become her, altho’ in poor Attire;        10
Her Carriage was so good, as did appear that Day,
That she was justly chosen to be the Queen of May.
Then all the rest in Sorrow, and she in sweet Content,
Gave over till the Morrow, and homewards straight they went;
But she of all the rest, was hindered by the way,        15
For ev’ry Youth that met her, must Kiss the Queen of May.
At last I caught and stayed her a while with me alone,
And on a Bank I laid her, when all the rest were gone;
She fearing some Mischance, cried out, forbear I pray,
Yet I could still do nothing but Kiss the Queen of May.        20
Thus we together tumbled at least an hour or more,
And like a Fool, I fumbled, as I had done before:
But when that Night was come, by chance I got the day,
And yet alas, did nothing else but Kiss the Queen of May.
Her thoughts of coming thither, both Grief and Joy begot,        25
She smiled and wept together, yet knew not well for what,
And still desired to go, but yet she seemed to stay,
Yet I alas did nothing else but Kiss the Queen of May.
She sighed and prayed for pity that I would once give o’er,
Yet were her Words so Witty, they showed she wished for more:        30
Then seeming to defend it, her Fort she did betray;
Yet I alas did nothing else but Kiss the Queen of May.
Thus shaking Hands at last we part, but she appeared
Both heavy Eyed and Hearted, with that she felt and feared;
Then turning round we parted, she speechless went her way,        35
Because I could do nothing but Kiss the Queen of May.

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