Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | III. The Seasons | | “Spring, the sweet spring” | | Thomas Nashe (1567–1601) |
| | | SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king; | |
| Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, | |
| Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
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| The palm and may make country-houses gay, | 5 |
| Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, | |
| And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
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| The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, | |
| Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit, | 10 |
| In every street these tunes our ears do greet, | |
| Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! | |
| Spring! the sweet spring! | | | | |
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