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    (A poem by William Blake)

            Sound the flute!
            Now it’s mute!
            Birds delight,
            Day and night,
            Nightingale,
            In the dale,
            Lark in sky,—
            Merrily,
    Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

            Little boy,
            Full of joy;
            Little girl,
            Sweet and small;
            Cock does crow,
            So do you;
            Merry voice,
            Infant noise;
    Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

            Little lamb,
            Here I am;
            Come and lick
            My white neck;
            Let me pull
            Your soft wool;
            Let me kiss
            Your soft face;
    Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.

    William Blake - read poems online

    William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker whose work is today considered seminal and significant in the history of both poetry and the visual arts. Read more of his writings here.

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