Spring's Welcome
1553-1606
WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale.
Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.
Brave prick-song! Who is't now we hear?
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin redbreast tunes his note!
Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!
DayPoems Poem No. 88
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/88.html">Spring's Welcome by John Lyly</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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