Pretty wantons, sweetly sing In honour of the smiling spring. Look how the light-winged chirping choir With nimble skips the spring admire. But O, hark how the birds sing, O mark that note, Jug, jug, tereu, tereu, O prett'ly warbled from a sweet sweet throat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |