TO THE VESPER BIRD.

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.


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