A THRUSH'S SONG

A thrush's call

Has chanced to fall

Into my heart

Where dwell apart

Dear memories

Of summer skies,

Of heartsome days,

Of flower-fair ways,

Of kisses shy

With people high.

What did I ken

Of lovers then,

Of lover-laws,

Of lover-saws?

The sweet, sweet earth

Was giving birth

To lovely things

With songs and wings;

And yonder thrush

On yonder bush

Brings home to me

The little years of memory.