When Birds Were Songless Poem by William Watson

When Birds Were Songless

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When birds were songless on the bough
I heard thee sing.
The world was full of winter, thou
Wert full of spring.

To-day the world's heart feels anew
The vernal thrill,
And thine beneath the rueful yew
Is wintry chill.

Saturday, April 10, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,spring,winter
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