(Who asked a Song in Spring)
WHY do you bid your poet sing,
Who has no mind to song–
Who only wants to see the Spring,
Long sought and tarrying long?
The shivering, dreary winter through
My song enshrined my vow;
If then my songs were sweet to you,
Let me be silent now!
Have I not duly sung, my dear,
Your goodness and your grace?
Now that your rival, Spring, is here,
O let me see her face!
The hedge is white with buds of May,
The fields are green with Spring,
Oh, give your bard a holiday:
He does not want to sing!
He wants to listen; all alone,
He wants to steal away
To hear the ring-doves’ tender tone,
And what the thrushes say.
He wants to hear what can’t be heard
When you and love are near–
The sweet Spring’s soft and secret word;
Oh, let him go, my dear!
(Edith Nesbit)
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