Miracle, and Other Poems

<h2 id="id00224" style="margin-top: 4em">THE ROBIN</h2> <p id="id00225">Little brown brother, up in the apple tree,<br/> High on its blossom-rimmed branches aswing,<br/> Here where I listen earth-bound, it seems to me<br/> You are the voice of the spring.<br/></p> <p id="id00226">Herald of Hope to the sad and faint-hearted,<br/> Piper the gold of the world cannot pay,<br/> Up from the limbo of things long departed<br/> Memories you bring me to-day.<br/></p> <p id="id00227">You are the echo of songs that are over,<br/> You are the promise of songs that will come,<br/> You know the music, oh, light-winged rover,<br/> Sealed in the souls of the dumb.<br/></p> <p id="id00228">All of the past that we wearily sigh for,<br/> All of the future for which our hearts long,<br/> All Love would live for, and all Love would die for<br/> Wordless, you weave in a song.<br/></p> <p id="id00229">Little brown brother, up in the apple tree,<br/> My spirit answers each note that you sing,<br/> And while I listen—earth-bound—it seems to me<br/> You are the voice of the spring.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />