A SPRING CAPRICE BY A ROBIN

By James Henry Cousins

Who, on such a day of spring,

Would be careful how he sing?

Let the overflowing heart

Get a start,

Who shall care if no one knows

How to find a perfect close

To his strain,

When the brain —

Drunk with sun and hyacinth,

Primroses and bursting oak,

And the sower's puffs of smoke

Over fields of brown —

Stumbling down

A melodious labyrinth,

Somehow, nohow, finds a way out,

Has his say out —

And begins it all again,

Caring nothing how he sing

When the brain,

Wild with Spring,

Gives a start

To his mad, melodious, overflowing heart?