Here you will find thePoemA Spring Song And A Laterof poet James Whitcomb Riley
She sang a song of May for me, Wherein once more I heard The mirth of my glad infancy-- The orchard's earliest bird-- The joyous breeze among the trees New-clad in leaf and bloom, And there the happy honey-bees In dewy gleam and gloom. So purely, sweetly on the sense Of heart and spirit fell Her song of Spring, its influence-- Still irresistible,-- Commands me here--with eyes ablur-- To mate her bright refrain. Though I but shed a rhyme for her As dim as Autumn rain.
