"When Birds Were Songless"

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Title:     "When Birds Were Songless"
Author: William Watson [More Titles by Watson]

When birds were songless on the bough
I heard thee sing.
The world was full of winter, thou
Wert full of spring.

To-day the world's heart feels anew
The vernal thrill,
And thine beneath the rueful yew
Is wintry chill.

[The end]
William Watson's poem: "When Birds Were Songless"

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