 | Song in September |  |
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THE REFUGE
Home again to Birdlip!
Cries the heart, the heart
Aching in the thunder
Of the gloomy mart—
Home again to Birdlip
And the quivering breast
Honeyful, honeyful
In the west.
Cries the heart, the heart
Aching in the thunder
Of the gloomy mart—
Home again to Birdlip
And the quivering breast
Honeyful, honeyful
In the west.
Home again to Birdlip
And the golden musk
Breathing at the window
In the dewy dusk—
Home again to Birdlip
And the pulsing night
Bosomful, bosomful
Of delight!
And the golden musk
Breathing at the window
In the dewy dusk—
Home again to Birdlip
And the pulsing night
Bosomful, bosomful
Of delight!
| Song in September | |