Primavera

William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience, Tate Gallery

Spring

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.

William Blake, The Selected Poems of, The Wordsworth Poetry Library, p.64

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