IO. The Night Is Near Gone HEY! EY! now the day dawis; Now shroudis the shawis Thro' Nature anon. On lovers wha lyis: The nicht is neir gone. The fieldis ouerflowis The nicht is neir gone. Now hairtis with hindis Hie tursis their tyndis On ground quhair they grone. Quhilk duly declaris The nicht is neir gone. The season excellis Through sweetness that smellis; Our hairtis echone II. WHA Spring's Welcome THAT bird so sings, yet so does wail? Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries, J. Lyly PRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; SPR 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, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, 13. FRES Whilst It Is Prime T. Nashe RESH Spring, the herald of love's mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayed All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed, Go to my love where she is careless laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake: Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed Unless she do him by the fore-lock take: Bid her therefore herself soon ready make To wait on Love amongst his lovely crew: Where every one that misseth then her make Shall be by him amerced with penance due. Make haste therefore, sweet Love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passèd time. 14. Description of the Spring E. Spenser Wherein each thing renews, save only the Lover HE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, THE With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: 15. Short Sunshine FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovran eye, Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. W. Shakespeare |