William Blake

Sound the flute
Now it's mute
Bird's delight,      Day and night,      Nightingale,      In the dale,      Lark in sky,—      Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest
Thro' the clear windows of the morning,
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach,

The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock'd me up with a golden key

Tyger
Tyger
burning
In the forest of the

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild
Singing a song

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells
To welcome the spring;