关于春天的英文诗歌（中文注释）

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,