The rites of May
bring the tides of envious change.
When lovers seek another’s gaze,
hearts crumble in dismay.
The hands of ease
tremble in the glee of yester-yields.
The harvests come, the shadows undone.
Plead forth the righteous words.
May your sorrow end,
May the justice come.
Plead forth your right of love.
May the sorrows end,
may the heart-falls come.