When Tulips Bloom

I

When tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air   
Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;

When every long, unlovely row
Of westward houses stands aglow,   
And leads the eyes to sunset skies
Beyond the hills where green trees grow;

Then weary seems the street parade,
And weary books, and weary trade:   
I'm only wishing to go a-fishing;
For this the month of May was made.