Poem by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe

A Thrush's Song

(To My First Love, Daddy)

A thrush's call
Has chanced to fall
Into my heart
Where dwell apart
Dear memories
Of summer skies,
Of heartsome days,
Of flower-fair ways,
Of kisses shy
With people high.
What did I ken
Of lovers then,
Of lover-laws,
Of lover-saws?
The sweet, sweet earth
Was giving birth
To lovely things
With songs and wings;
And yonder thrush
On yonder bush
Brings home to me
The little years of memory.

1. Wander-Thirst
2. The Swaling of the Moor
3. On Early Rising
4. Bargaining
5. Song of Good-Bye

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