by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)

I hear a thrush at eve
Language: English 
I hear a thrush at eve
Wild notes up-flinging;
Twilight and rapture weave 
Snares for his singing.
Yet soars his song afar 
Seeking his golden star;
I hear a thrush at eve
Thrilling and singing.

So through the dark to thee 
My song is springing;
Throbbing with ecstasy
Love notes are winging.
Lean from thy bower above,
Lean forth with eyes of love,
For through the dark to thee 
My heart is singing.

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This text was added to the website: 2021-10-28
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