English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
John Lyly
53. Spring’s Welcome
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O ’tis the ravish’d nightingale.
‘jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu!’ she cries!
And still her woes at midnight rise,
Brave prick-song! Who is’t now we hear?
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven’s gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin redbreast tunes his note!
Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!