…from the quills of the dead white poets
William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
(From “The Winter’s Tale”)
When daffodils begin to peer, —
With hey! The doxy over the dale, –
Why, then comes in the sweet o’ the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, –
With hey! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! –
Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, —
With hey! with hey! the thrush and the jay, –
Are summer songs for me and for my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay.