Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;--
But not in the old way!
I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.
If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring--
But not in the old way!
Songs Of Shattering Ii
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Poem topics: tree, place, face, play, spring, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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