I hear a robin singing—not as one
That calls unto his mate, uncomforted—
But as one sings a welcome to the sun.
A LITTLE WHILE BEFORE THE FALL WAS DONE
A LITTLE while before the fall was done
A day came when the frail year paused and said:
"Behold! a little while and I am dead;
Wilt thou not choose, of all the old dreams, one?"
Then dwelt I in a garden, where the sun