PACK, clouds, away! and welcome, day! <br /> With night we banish sorrow. <br />Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft <br /> To give my Love good-morrow! <br />Wings from the wind to please her mind, <br /> Notes from the lark I'll borrow: <br />Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing! <br /> To give my Love good-morrow! <br /> To give my Love good-morrow <br /> Notes from them all I'll borrow. <br /> <br />Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast! <br /> Sing, birds, in every furrow! <br />And from each bill let music shrill <br /> Give my fair Love good-morrow! <br />Blackbird and thrush in every bush, <br /> Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow, <br />You pretty elves, among yourselves <br /> Sing my fair Love good-morrow! <br /> To give my Love good-morrow! <br /> Sing, birds, in every furrow!<br /><br />Thomas Heywood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matin-song/
