A THRUSH'S SONG
(To My First Love, Daddy)
A thrush's call
Has chanced to fall
Into my heart
Where dwell apart
Dear memories
Of summer skies,
Of heartsome days,
Of flower-fair ways,
Of kisses shy
With people high.
What did I ken
Of lovers then,
Of lover-laws,
Of lover-saws?
The sweet, sweet earth
Was giving birth
To lovely things
With songs and wings;
And yonder thrush
On yonder bush
Brings home to me
The little years of memory.
A FEBRUARY DAY
(There is a country saying that spring has not come until you can set your foot on seven daisies at once)
"O! How do you know
When spring has come?
Still falls the snow
And the birds are dumb."
The grass will wear
A greener tone,
The thrush will dare
To carol alone.
The silver rain
Will warmly fall,
The woods will gain
The blackbird's call.
But the way to tell,
And the only way,
Is to find a dell
Where the breezes play,