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.