Spring

by William Blake

    Sound the flute!
    Now it's mute!
    Birds 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 we welcome in the year.


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