Christina Rossetti - May lyrics

I cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pa** Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of tender corn; The last eggs had not hatched as yet, Nor any bird foregone its mate. I cannot tell you what it was; But this I know: it did but pa**. It pa**ed away with sunny May, With all sweet things it pa**ed away, And left me old, and cold, and gray.