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1757–1827

SPRING

William Blake

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.

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