Good-Morrow
PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day,With night we banish sorrow;Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloftTo 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 both I’ll borrow.
Wake from thy nest, Robin-redbreast,Sing, birds, in every furrow;And from each hill, let music shrillGive 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-morrowSing, birds, in every furrow!
ROBERT HERRICK 1591–1674