Nature
Spring
From Songs Of Innocence
Nature
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Bird's 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, to welcome in the year.
Cite this poem
MLA
Blake, William. “Spring.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/14/.
Chicago
Blake, William. “Spring.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/14/.
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