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The while the thrush was singing, I heard the violets stir, And through the dreamy woodlands The breaking buds confer; I half divined the glories Of all the springs to be, —When, O, the song was silent! The thrush had flown, ah me! THE WHILE THE THRUSH WAS SINGING I HEARD THE VIOLET STIR AND THROUGH THE DREAMY WOODLANDS THE BREAKING BUDS CONFER I HALF DIVINED THE GLORIES OF ALL THE SPRINGS TO BE WHEN OH THE SONG WAS SILENT THE THRUSH HAD FLOWN AH ME
ping to the light, In pale green caftans closely wound And turbans spotless white. While all the way with budding things Is tufted thicker than The praying mats the Persian weaves In streets of Ispahan. And listen! with a lordly note Like joyous burst of drums, In gorgeous gown of gold and black The oriole sultan comes! _THE THRUSH_ The creamy dogwood branches, The rosy redbud trees, The drifts of sweet wild-plum bloom O’erhung by honey bees, The gleaming buckeye blossoms The south wind blew apart, Oh, all the woods awaking, They overfilled my heart! Then clear, from out a thicket, There rang that golden note That flutes from none but only The tawny thrush’s throat; So charged with all sweet secrets The April has to tell, I bowed my head and harkened, Enchanted by its spell. Till presently that magic Heart-melting melody Drew all my soul to meet it In sudden ecstasy. My spirit found its pinions In blessed bird-like birth, And knew the joyous passion That thrilled through all the earth.  THE THRUSH BY EVELEEN STEIN RED FOR LIEBER BOXTA ORG BY SILVESTER LAND THE CREAMY DOGWOOD BRANCHES THE ROSY RED BUD TREES THE DRIFTS OF SWEETWALK PLUM BLOOM OVERHUNG BY HONEY BEES THE GLEAMING BUCK BLOSSOMS THE SOUTH WIND BLEW APART O ALL THE WOODS AWAKING THEY OVER FILL MY HEART THEN CLEAR FROM OUT A THICKET THERE RAN THAT GOLDEN NOTE THAT FLEWS FROM NONE BUT ONLY THE TAWNY THRUSH'S THROAT SO CHARGED WITH ALL SWEET SECRETS THE APRIL HAS TO TELL I BOWED MY HEAD AND HEARKENED ENCHANTED BY ITS SPELL TILL PRESENTLY THAT MAGIC HEART MELTING MELODY DREW ALL MY SOUL TO MEET IT IN SUDDEN ECSTASY MY SPIRIT FOUND ITSS PINIONS IN BLESSED BIRD LIKE BIRTH AND KNEW THE JOYOUS PASSION THAT THRILLED THROUGH ALL THE EARTH
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