“Pack clouds away”

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 hill let music shrill Give my fair love good morrow. Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow, You petty elves, amongst yourselves, Sing my fair love good morrow. To give my love good morrow, Sing, birds, in every furrow.

Collection: 
177
Sub Title: 
II. Light: Day: Night

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