THE THRUSH
Thecreamy dogwood branches,The rosy redbud trees,The drifts of sweet wild-plum bloomO’erhung by honey bees,The gleaming buckeye blossomsThe south wind blew apart,Oh, all the woods awaking,They overfilled my heart!Then clear, from out a thicket,There rang that golden noteThat flutes from none but onlyThe tawny thrush’s throat;So charged with all sweet secretsThe April has to tell,I bowed my head and harkened,Enchanted by its spell.Till presently that magicHeart-melting melodyDrew all my soul to meet itIn sudden ecstasy.My spirit found its pinionsIn blessed bird-like birth,And knew the joyous passionThat thrilled through all the earth.The while the thrush was singing,I heard the violets stir,And through the dreamy woodlandsThe breaking buds confer;I half divined the gloriesOf all the springs to be,—When, O, the song was silent!The thrush had flown, ah me!
Thecreamy dogwood branches,The rosy redbud trees,The drifts of sweet wild-plum bloomO’erhung by honey bees,The gleaming buckeye blossomsThe south wind blew apart,Oh, all the woods awaking,They overfilled my heart!Then clear, from out a thicket,There rang that golden noteThat flutes from none but onlyThe tawny thrush’s throat;So charged with all sweet secretsThe April has to tell,I bowed my head and harkened,Enchanted by its spell.Till presently that magicHeart-melting melodyDrew all my soul to meet itIn sudden ecstasy.My spirit found its pinionsIn blessed bird-like birth,And knew the joyous passionThat thrilled through all the earth.The while the thrush was singing,I heard the violets stir,And through the dreamy woodlandsThe breaking buds confer;I half divined the gloriesOf all the springs to be,—When, O, the song was silent!The thrush had flown, ah me!
Thecreamy dogwood branches,The rosy redbud trees,The drifts of sweet wild-plum bloomO’erhung by honey bees,The gleaming buckeye blossomsThe south wind blew apart,Oh, all the woods awaking,They overfilled my heart!
Thecreamy dogwood branches,
The rosy redbud trees,
The drifts of sweet wild-plum bloom
O’erhung by honey bees,
The gleaming buckeye blossoms
The south wind blew apart,
Oh, all the woods awaking,
They overfilled my heart!
Then clear, from out a thicket,There rang that golden noteThat flutes from none but onlyThe tawny thrush’s throat;So charged with all sweet secretsThe April has to tell,I bowed my head and harkened,Enchanted by its spell.
Then clear, from out a thicket,
There rang that golden note
That flutes from none but only
The tawny thrush’s throat;
So charged with all sweet secrets
The April has to tell,
I bowed my head and harkened,
Enchanted by its spell.
Till presently that magicHeart-melting melodyDrew all my soul to meet itIn sudden ecstasy.My spirit found its pinionsIn blessed bird-like birth,And knew the joyous passionThat thrilled through all the earth.
Till presently that magic
Heart-melting melody
Drew all my soul to meet it
In sudden ecstasy.
My spirit found its pinions
In blessed bird-like birth,
And knew the joyous passion
That thrilled through all the earth.
The while the thrush was singing,I heard the violets stir,And through the dreamy woodlandsThe breaking buds confer;I half divined the gloriesOf all the springs to be,—When, O, the song was silent!The thrush had flown, ah me!
The while the thrush was singing,
I heard the violets stir,
And through the dreamy woodlands
The breaking buds confer;
I half divined the glories
Of all the springs to be,
—When, O, the song was silent!
The thrush had flown, ah me!