Spring Poem by William Blake

Spring

Rating: 2.6


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 OF THE POEM
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Ife,10 20 April 2018

That was so lovely!

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Indira Renganathan 30 November 2016

Very plain and simple words beautify the content of the poem...let us welcome the New Year.....nice poem

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Walterrean Salley 30 March 2013

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

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