Spring

By William Blake

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;
C*ck 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.

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