In My Copse a Blackbird Whistles
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.