Let the little birds sing
From  "Three Songs of Shattering"
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
            II

Let the little birds sing;
    Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;–
    But not in the old way!

I recall a place
    Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
    And blossoms covered you.

If the little birds sing,
    And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring–
    But not in the old way!

Copyright © 1917 by Edna St. Vincent Millay.