C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Apuleius’s Song

From ‘The Rape of Lucrece’

PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day;

With night we banish sorrow:

Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft,

To give my love good-morrow:

Wings from the wind to please her mind,

Notes from the lark I’ll borrow:

Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing,

To give my love good-morrow.

To give my love good-morrow,

Notes from them all I’ll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin-redbreast;

Sing, birds, in every furrow;

And from each bill let music shrill

Give my fair love good-morrow.

Blackbird and thrush in every bush—

Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow—

You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,

Sing my fair love good-morrow.

To give my love good-morrow,

Sing, birds, in every furrow.