Sweet bird of twilight wake in meBright memories of melodyOutpoured from every nesting-treeAt early morning gray.O sing that I may ponder onThe songs away with noontide gone,Ere shadows troop across the lawnAnd voices die away.Long have I waited wistfully;And lest thy gift unheeded be,Lo, now my gardens are for thee,Thou truant all the day!Frank English.
Sweet bird of twilight wake in meBright memories of melodyOutpoured from every nesting-treeAt early morning gray.O sing that I may ponder onThe songs away with noontide gone,Ere shadows troop across the lawnAnd voices die away.Long have I waited wistfully;And lest thy gift unheeded be,Lo, now my gardens are for thee,Thou truant all the day!Frank English.
Sweet bird of twilight wake in me
Bright memories of melody
Outpoured from every nesting-tree
At early morning gray.
O sing that I may ponder on
The songs away with noontide gone,
Ere shadows troop across the lawn
And voices die away.
Long have I waited wistfully;
And lest thy gift unheeded be,
Lo, now my gardens are for thee,
Thou truant all the day!
Frank English.