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~Pack, Clouds, Away~

PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, 
With night we banish sorrow; 
Sweet air, blow soft, mount, larks, aloft 
To give my Love good-morrow! 
Wings from the wind to please her mind, 
Notes from the lark I’ll borrow; 
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing, 
To give my Love good-morrow; 
To give my Love good-morrow 
Notes from them both I’ll borrow. 

Wake from thy nest, Robin-red-breast, 
Sing, birds, in every furrow; 
And from each hill, let music shrill 
Give my fair Love good-morrow! 
Blackbird and thrush in every bush, 
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow! 
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves 
Sing my fair Love good-morrow; 
To give my Love good-morrow 
Sing, birds, in every furrow! 
Thomas Heywood (d. 1650(?))

 

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