Spring Song

By William Griffith


Softly at dawn a whisper stole
         Down from the Green House on the Hill,
Enchanting many a ghostly bole
         And wood-song with the ancient thrill.

Gossiping on the country-side,
         Spring and the wandering breezes say,
God has thrown Heaven open wide
         And let the thrushes out to-day.

DayPoems Poem No. 1318
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