Spring’s Welcome
John Lyly, English, 1553 - 1606
From The Oxford Book of English Poetry
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!


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