In My Copse a Blackbird Whistles
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Sun and Shower
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|From Destroyers and Other Verses (Oxford, 1919)|
In my copse a blackbird whistles,
Whistles like a saucy boy:
Rain-drops glitter in the sunshine-
Sorrow turned to joy.
Rain and sun have swelled my lilacs,
Golden leaf and purple flower,
And my longing turns to you-ward
Set by sun and shower.
Come, my lilacs are in blossom,
Come and to my dwelling bring
Joy that makes the happy blackbird
Harbinger of Spring.