Destroyers and Other Verses/In My Copse a Blackbird Whistles

by Henry Head

 

She . . .

In my copse a blackbird whistles,
Whistles like a saucy boy:
Rain-drops glitter in the sunshine—
Sorrow turned to joy.

Rain and sun have swelled my lilacs,
Golden leaf and purple flower,
And my longing turns to you-ward
Set by sun and shower.

Come, my lilacs are in blossom,
Come, and to my dwelling bring
Joy that makes the happy blackbird
Harbinger of Spring.