A SONG
It costs not much to make a song— A petal from an apple-treeMassed in pale bloom; or, lost among The yellow blossom cups, a bee;
A foam of cloud on Heaven's wave; A star that one can never touch;A cricket in his grassy cave— The themes for music cost not much.
It costs not much to make a song— A red rose on a thorny tree;A brain to dream a whole day long; A soul to feel; an eye to see;
A breath of lavender that floats From mossy gardens out of sight;A bird with summer in its notes; A pool of moonshine on the night.
It needs no thews of mighty strength, No treasure fund of gold to sink:. . . Only a pen a dagger's length With well of heart's blood for the ink.
