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World Poetry Day: Thomas Nashe: "Spring, the Sweet Spring"

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!

– THOMAS NASHE

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