New Love, New Life

I.

She, who so long has lain

   Stone-stiff with folded wings,

Within my heart again

   The brown bird wakes and sings.

Brown nightingale, whose strain

   Is heard by day, by night,

She sings of joy and pain,

   Of sorrow and delight.

II.

'Tis true,—in other days

   Have I unbarred the door;

He knows the walks and ways—

   Love has been here before.

Love blest and love accurst

   Was here in days long past;

This time is not the first,

   But this time is the last.