Recite Tonight: Spring, the Sweet Spring
- March 28, 2012 |
- by Dawn V. Woollen
Ahhhhhh the magic of spring: Flowers peeking up at us after a winter of hibernation, buds beginning their bloom, green leaves arriving to keep their branches – and the birds – company.
Invite a little spring fever to your dinner table tonight by sharing this lovely poem by Thomas Nashe. Published in 1600, Spring, the Sweet Spring evokes the universal joy the start of the season evokes. For while our lives in 2012 are drastically different – maids may no longer dance in a ring or shepherds may not pipe all day – the human experience is fundamentally the same. The celebration of spring’s rebirth, renewal, and regrowth is timeless.
Spring, the Sweet Spring
by Thomas Nashe
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
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