William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Spring - Poem by 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.


Comments about Spring by William Blake

  • Silver Star - 3,289 Points Walterrean Salley (3/30/2013 8:19:00 PM)

    Blake marks the coming of spring as a grand occasion. His refrain makes the poem sound like a song. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001



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