A Spring Song And A Later by James Whitcomb Riley

She sang a song of May for me,
Wherein once more I heard
The mirth of my glad infancy–
The orchard’s earliest bird–
The joyous breeze among the trees
New-clad in leaf and bloom,
And there the happy honey-bees
In dewy gleam and gloom.

So purely, sweetly on the sense
Of heart and spirit fell
Her song of Spring, its influence–
Still irresistible,–
Commands me here–with eyes ablur–
To mate her bright refrain.
Though I but shed a rhyme for her
As dim as Autumn rain.

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