  "Mister Blue-bird! Mister Blue-bird! Don't you think it's rather soon For the making of your music, And the striking of a tune?" "I have heard the lone trees calling And the meadows barren long, For the laughter of the lovers And the raptures of the song! "I have heard the dark buds waiting, And the roses red to be Sent the wailing of their wishes In a message after me! "Never think I come too early! I'm the messenger of spring, And the roses and the lilies Never waken till I sing!" |
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