From dawn to dark the old mill-wheel
  Makes music, going round and round;
And dusty-white with flour and meal,
  The miller whistles to its sound.

And if you listen to the rain
  Where leaves and birds and bees are dumb,
You hear it pattering on the pane
  Like Andrew beating on his drum.

The coals beneath the kettle croon,
  And clap their hands and dance in glee;
And even the kettle hums a tune
  To tell you when it’s time for tea.

The world is such a happy place
  That children, whether big or small,
Should always have a smiling face,
  And never, never sulk at all.

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POEMS BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

A MORNING SONG

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
  And Phoebus ’gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
  On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
  To ope their golden eyes: 
With everything that pretty bin,
  My lady sweet, arise: 
    Arise, arise!

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE

  Under the greenwood tree
  Who loves to lie with me,
  And tune his merry note
  Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither! 
  Here shall he see
  No enemy
But winter and rough weather. 
  Who doth ambition shun,
  And loves to live i’ the sun,
  Seeking the food he eats,
  And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither! 
  Here shall he see
  No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

LULLABY FOR TITANIA

First fairy
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
  Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
  Come not near our fairy queen.

Chorus
    Philomel, with melody
    Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby! 
    Never harm,
    Nor spell, nor charm,
    Come our lovely lady nigh! 
    So good-night, with lullaby.

Second fairy
Weaving spiders, come not here;
  Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence;
Beetles black, approach not near;
  Worm, nor snail, do no offence.

SONG OF THE FAIRY

  Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
  Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire,
  I do wander everywhere,
  Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
  And I serve the fairy queen,
  To dew her orbs upon the green. 
  The cowslips tall her pensioners be! 
  In their gold coats spots you see;
  Those be rubies, fairy favors,
  In those freckles live their savors: 
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.