by John Lyly (1553 - 1606)

Spring's welcome
Language: English 
What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale.
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]1 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!

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This text was added to the website: 2014-08-20
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Word count: 87