A THRUSH'S SONG
Reading edition
(To My First Love, Daddy)
A thrush's call Has chanced to fall Into my heart Where dwell apart Dear memories Of summer skies, Of heartsome days, Of flower-fair ways, Of kisses shy With people high. What did I ken Of lovers then, Of lover-laws, Of lover-saws? The sweet, sweet earth Was giving birth To lovely things With songs and wings; And yonder thrush On yonder bush Brings home to me The little years of memory.