Be merry, all birds, to-day, Be merry on earth as you never were merry before, Be merry in heaven, O larks, and far away, And merry for ever and ever, and one day more. Why? For it's easy to find a rhyme. Look, look, how he flits, The fire-crown'd king of the wrens, from out of the pine! Look how they tumble the blossom, the mad little tits! 'Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!' was ever a May so fine? Why? For it's easy to find a rhyme. O merry the linnet and dove, And swallow and sparrow and throstle, and have your desire! O merry my heart, you have gotten the wings of love, And flit like the king of the wrens with a crown of fire. Why? For it's ay ay, ay ay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS NO SONGS IN WINTER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |