- It is twenty years since my love and I
- Stood together, hand in hand,
- To say farewell in the chestnut woods,
- While the spring came o'er the land.
- The grass burst up from the quickening earth
- And the buds on the hawthorn bough,
- And the birds were astir on the linden trees,
- And they sang as they never sing now.
- And out of the woods came the low, clear call,
- Of a blackbird on her nest;
- And my love had violets in here eyes,
- And a primrose on her breast.
- For twenty years it has stayed with me,
- The scent of that primrose faint :
- And the light that shone out of tear filled eyes,
- Like the eyes of a dying saint.
- And the blackbird's call yet rings in my ear,
- Whenever the spring days rise :
- And forever as clear as in by-gone days,
- Is the light of my darling's eyes.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
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