Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By Irene HardyA Bird Sings in My Heart
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And all day long I hear its carol clear;
At night it folds its gentle wings so near,
Its tender pulsings stir my blood and start
The tears within my eyes to think Love’s art
Should stay her wings with me and make so dear
The rude wild bowers of my demesne, nor fear
But she should find her spirit’s counterpart.
All day I go resolved and thinking how
To make more sweet for her that garden place;
How I will pluck away the weeds, the rose
Of Love to plant there for her nesting-bough;
How I will school my heart to every grace
That it may be her home, her one repose.