Classic Poem

Ai the Spring
Birds do sing;
Now with high,
Then low cry:
Flat, acute;
And salute
The sun, born
Every morn. All:

He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flowery Spring.

Flora queen
All in green,
Doth delight
To paint white,
And to spread
Cruel red
With a blue
With a blue
Colour true. All:

He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flowery Spring.

Woods renew
Hunter's hue.
Shepherds gray
Crowned with bay,
With his pipe
Care doth wipe,
Till he dream
By the stream. All:

He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flowery Spring.

Faithful loves,
Turtle doves,
Sit and bill
On a hill.
Country swains
On the plains
Run and leap,
Turn and skip. All:

He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flowery Spring.

Pan doth play
Care away.
Fairies small
Two foot tall,
With caps red
On their head
Dance around
On the ground. All:

He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flowery Spring.

Phillis bright
Clothed in white,
With neck fair,
Yellow hair,
Rocks doth move
With her love,
And makes mild,
Tigers wild. All:

He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flowery Spring.