Spring Song
1876-1936
Softly at dawn a whisper stole
Down from the Green House on the Hill,
Enchanting many a ghostly bole
And wood-song with the ancient thrill.
Gossiping on the country-side,
Spring and the wandering breezes say,
God has thrown Heaven open wide
And let the thrushes out to-day.
DayPoems Poem No. 1318
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1318.html">Spring Song by William Griffith</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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