Poem by William Watson

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When birds were songless on the bough
    I heard thee sing.
The world was full of winter, thou
    Wert full of spring.

To-day the world's heart feels anew
    The vernal thrill,
And thine beneath the rueful yew
    Is wintry chill.

1. Liberty Rejected
2. Thy Voice from Inmost Dreamland Calls
3. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
4. Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares to Leave
5. Under the Dark and Piny Steep

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