Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Love's Good-Morrow - Thomas Heywood

Pack, clouds away! and welcome day!
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks aloft
To give my love good-morrow!
Wings from me 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 both 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 pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my fair love good-morrow;
To give my love good-morrow,
Sing birds in every furrow.

Thomas Heywood is really enthusiastic about wishing his love a good morning!  He wants to borrow the voice of a meadow lark to sing it to her, and the "sweet air" of the wind to wish her a good morning.  He invokes all of nature to sing in its spring sounding grandeur to his love as a good morning.  It's irresistibly upbeat and cheerful, its cadences sounding like a bird's chirp.

As a bit of biographical information, Heywood was a poet and playwright contemporary of Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, and his plays were tremendously popular.

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