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Spring

William Blake


       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.

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