ترانه
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"Song"
A bud has burst on the upper bough
(The linnet sang in my heart to-day)
I know there the pale green grasses show
By a tiny runnel, off the way
And the earth is wet
(A cuckoo said in my brain: Not yet. )
I nabbed the fly in a briar rose
(The linnet to-day in my heart did sing)
Last night, my head tucked under my wing
I dreamed of a green moon-moth that glows
Thro’ ferns of June
(A cuckoo said in my brain: So soon )
Good-bye, for the pretty leaves are down
(The linnet sang in my heart to-day)
The last gold but of upland’s mown
And most of summer has blown away
Thro’ the garden gate
(A cuckoo said in my brain: Too late. )
Dramatic Verses by Trumbull Stickney -1902