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(To E. M.)
Sing me a song -- a song to ease old sorrows, / And dull the edge of care -- / A song of Hope to ring through all the morrows / That be my share.
Unlock the doors where joy hath been in hiding, / Though barred they be and strong, / And send black grief far down the wind a-riding -- / Sing me a song.
Sing thou thy sky-lark song of sweetest daring, / And April ecstasy, / That I may follow it and go a-faring / To Arcady.
Charm sleep from out the shadows with thy singing, / And when the light turns grey, / Leave me bright dreams until the dawn comes bringing / The rose-edged day.
The wind of March taught thee his springtime madness, / And then in undertone / Whispered the wonder-secret of his gladness / To thee alone.
And thou hast learned from little brook and river / Their tender melody -- / The notes that set the thrush's throat a-quiver / Are known to thee.
Sing me a song -- a song to ease old sorrows, / And dull the edge of care -- / A song of Hope, to ring through all the morrows / That be my share.