Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 25. A Birthday Song

I thought this day to bring to thee
A flower that grows on the red rose tree.
I searched the branches—O, despair!
Of roses every branch was bare.

I thought to sing thee a birthday song
As wild as my love, as deep and strong.
The song took wing like a frightened bird,
And its music my maiden never heard.

But, Love, the flower and the song divine
One day of the year will yet be thine;
And thou shalt be glad when the rose I bring,
And weep for joy at the song I sing.

1. The New Day. Part 4. 10. The Violin
2. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
3. The New Day. Part 3. 9. Love's Jealousy
4. The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness
5. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)

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