Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By MarieVan Vorst

1739 Sing Again

YOU sang me a song:

’T was the close of the year—

Sing again!

I cannot remember the name

Or the words:

’T is the same

We listen to hear

When the windows are open in spring,

And the air’s full of birds;

One calls from the branch some sweet thing,

And one sings on the wing

The refrain.

You sang me a song

My heart thrilled to hear.

The refrain

Has run like a fillet of gold

Through the woof

Of the cold

Dark days of a year.

To-night there ’s a year at its start,

All the birds are aloof,

Your eyes hold the sun for my part,

And the Spring’s in your heart—

Sing again!