TO SPRING – Poetry, by William Blake

TO SPRING

Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, nightingale, in the dale, lark in sky. Merrily, merrily merrily, to welcome in the year. Little boy, full of joy; Little girl, sweet and small; Cock does crow, so do you; Merry voice, infant noise; Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little lamb, here I am; Come and lick my white neck; Let me pull your soft wool; Let me kiss your soft face; Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

(William Blake)