PACK CLOUDS AWAY

PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day,
  With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, 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 all I’ll borrow.

Wake from the nest, robin-redbreast,
  Sing, birds, in every furrow;
And from each bill, 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!