Spring Song And A Later

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h3>A SPRING SONG AND A LATER</h3><br/> She sang a song of May for me,<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Wherein once more I heard</span><br/> The mirth of my glad infancy&mdash;<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The orchard's earliest bird&mdash;</span><br/> The joyous breeze among the trees<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>New-clad in leaf and bloom,</span><br/> And there the happy honey-bees<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>In dewy gleam and gloom.</span><br/> <br/> So purely, sweetly on the sense<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of heart and spirit fell</span><br/> Her song of Spring, its influence&mdash;<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Still irresistible,&mdash;</span><br/> Commands me here&mdash;with eyes ablur&mdash;<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To mate her bright refrain.</span><br/> Though I but shed a rhyme for her<br/> <span style='margin-left: 1em;'>As dim as Autumn rain.</span><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />