Matin Song

By Thomas Heywood

157?-1650

PACK, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
         With night we banish sorrow.
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft
         To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
         Notes from the lark I'll borrow:
Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
         To give my Love good-morrow!
         To give my Love good-morrow
         Notes from them all I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast!
         Sing, birds, in every furrow!
And from each bill let music shrill
         Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
         Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow,
You pretty elves, among yourselves
         Sing my fair Love good-morrow!
         To give my Love good-morrow!
         Sing, birds, in every furrow!

DayPoems Poem No. 206
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