Thus passed year by year, and day by day, Till it fell onës in a morn of May That Emily, that fairer was to seen Than is the lily upon his stalkë green, And fresher than the May with flowers new (For with the rosë colour strove her hue; I n’ot 325 which was the finer of them two), Ere it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen, and all ready dight, 326 For May will have no sluggardy a-night; The season pricketh every gentle heart, And maketh him out of his sleep to start, And saith, “Arise, and do thine óbservance.”