SUN AND SHOWER.
She . . .
In my copse a blackbird whistles,
Whistles like a saucy boy:
Rain-drops glitter in the sunshine—
Sorrow turned to joy.
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.
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.
Come, and to my dwelling bring
Joy that makes the happy blackbird
Harbinger of Spring.
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