 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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BLACKBIRD.
Though Christmas boughs were green in bud,
And hoodwinked flowers began to show;
The blackbird grew not warm in blood:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
And hoodwinked flowers began to show;
The blackbird grew not warm in blood:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
For all the sky's soft, shining fleece,
And winds that from the southward blow,
My wise heart Blackbird held his peace:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
And winds that from the southward blow,
My wise heart Blackbird held his peace:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
To-day the unquiet wind is chill,
The steely sky is charged with snow;
But Blackbird's singing with a will:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
The steely sky is charged with snow;
But Blackbird's singing with a will:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
The sea-fog's blowing from the east,
But thoughts of birds on nesting go;
And Blackbird's singing of a feast:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
But thoughts of birds on nesting go;
And Blackbird's singing of a feast:
And when the Spring comes he will know.
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