What time the vernal lawns are shaved and rolled, and school grounds become drenched in sunshine and bird song, studying in books and teaching out of them become burdensome. At young ladies' seminaries and colleges, undergraduates then have dreams and ideas more mature than the oldest wight on earth, and their greying mistresses are stirred by impulses of an age with the buds outside the window. Wherefore an old pagan custom is then revived, its original nature made innocent by thousands of springs. The Maypole is erected. Virgins dance in white fluttering things. A Queen of the May or of...
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