The Verse-Book of a Homely Woman by Fay Inchfawn - HTML preview

The Thrush

Across the land came a magic word
       When the earth was bare and
          lonely,
     And I sit and sing of the joyous spring,
       For 'twas I who heard, I only!
     Then dreams came by, of the gladsome
          days,
       Of many a wayside posy;
     For a crocus peeps where the wild rose
          sleeps,
       And the willow wands are rosy!

     Oh! the time to be! When the paths
          are green,
       When the primrose-gold is lying
     'Neath the hazel spray, where the catkins
          sway,
       And the dear south wind comes sigh-
          ing.

     My mate and I, we shall build a nest,
       So snug and warm and cosy,
     When the kingcups gleam on the meadow
          stream,
       Where the willow wands are rosy!