Spring's Welcome

John Lyly, English, 1553 - 1606

From The Oxford Book of English Poetry


Poem

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!

2010-11