Let The Little Birds Sing by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so ’tis spring;–
But not in the old way!

I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.

If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so ’tis spring–
But not in the old way!