  O hush! you Robin, you sing and swing In the lilac tree, And my lessons seem long when I hear your song So happy and free. If only the hours had wings, I know They would flutter away, Like the bird on the tree, or the velvet bee, Or the butterfly gay. But then I know that a maid like me Has a life to live, And my heart and my mind has something to find Before it can give. O rest you, Robin, a little while Your voice and your wing! And then by-and-by dear Robin and I Will both sing and swing.
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