Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Poem for Spring


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 lived from 1567 to 1601, and was a contemporary of Shakespeare and Marlowe.

2 comments:

Parrish Lantern said...

A beautiful sweet poem, thanks. I've done a post for World poetry Day Celebrating the worlds poetry by 6 poets & a word-Botherer.

James said...

I'll check out your poetry selections and comments.