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...STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TOM DEADLIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN |