Thomas Nashe

(1567-1601 / England)

Spring - Poem by Thomas Nashe

SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing--
   Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay--
   Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet--
   Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
   Spring, the sweet Spring!


Comments about Spring by Thomas Nashe

  • Heather Wilkins (7/1/2013 5:06:00 PM)


    lovely thoughts of Spring. nice imGERY (Report) Reply

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  • (1/26/2010 9:28:00 PM)


    a very beautiful poem indeed... rhyme scheme suits the sense and graces the meaning. interesting... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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