Thanks for that lovely poem, Merlin. I’m afraid though Colin didn’t include poems from members so they haven’t featured in the count. Maybe one day we should compile a separate list of these – it would probably surprise us how many there are.
Here is a poem from the dramatist Thomas Heywood (c1570-1641). It certainly can't be accused of being off-thread!
Matin Song
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 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-red-breast,
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
Andrew
Here is a poem from the dramatist Thomas Heywood (c1570-1641). It certainly can't be accused of being off-thread!
Matin Song
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 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-red-breast,
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
Andrew