I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn And the skylark sings with me. O! what sweet company. I THE CHILSWELL BOOK OF ENGLISH POETRY Hunting Song WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; With hawk and horse and hunting-spear : Merrily merrily mingle they; Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, Waken, lords and ladies gay, When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay; A 2* 3 Louder, louder chant the lay, Time, stern huntsman ! who can baulk, Gentle lords and ladies gay! Song from Cymbeline Scott. HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin Arise, arise! Shakespeare. Song on May Morning Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger, Milton. harbinger] herald. 4 The Echoing Green THE Sun does arise And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, To the bells' cheerful sound; Old John, with white hair, In our youth-time were seen Till the little ones, weary, No more can be merry; The sun does descend, And our sports have an end. Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest, And sport no more seen On the darkening Green. Blake. 5 UNDER the greenwood tree And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets Come hither, come hither, come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather. 6 Shakespeare. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees To his music plants and flowers There had made a lasting Spring. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads and then lay by. Fall asleep, or hearing die. Shakespeare. |