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Ah, truly now, I would I knew The happy secret of your glee, That joy wherewith you birds are blest, Red breast! AH TRULY NOW I WOULD I KNEW THE HAPPY SECRET OF YOUR GLEE THAT JOY WHEREWITH YOU BIRDS ARE BLEST RED BREAST
d fold And gently keep so quaint a melody, That like a bird’s its notes of liquid gold Might oft repeat their sweetness unto me. A tale of joyless splendor long ago, Of wedded lady and of loveless woe, How she to soothe her sick heart’s misery Cradled in vines her little child, and so Sang of dear love beneath a greenwood tree. And through it all there runs such saddest plaint, As sweet as lutes, now murmurous, now faint, Till, like the far-heard sighing of the sea, It sweeps in gathering passion past restraint, Then breaks, and croons in mournful minor key. Ah, well-a-day! I listen breathless till I half believe that sorrowing singer still Dreams on divinely by the whispering tree; For in your voice all tenderest heart-strings thrill, And all the woodland’s marvelous minstrelsy! _MY LITTLE MASTER_ O little poet, winging through The sheer, clear blue, Is it the sky you’re singing to? Or is it that afar you see Some leafy, laden apple-tree, And half concealed and half confessed, A nest?  MY LITTLE MASTER BY EVELING STEYNE READ FOR LIBER VAUXTY ORG BY SILVESTRA LANE O LITTLE POET WINGING THROUGH THIS SHEER CLEAR BLUE IS IT THE SKY YOU'RE SINGING TO OR IS IT THAT AFAR YOU SEE SOME LEAFY LADEN APPLE TREE AND HALF CONCEALED AND HALF CONFESSED A NEST
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