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.