A Girl's Song

Oh, I would sing! Oh, I would cry! Oh, I would lay me down and die ! There is no lovely or strange thing I would not do this day in spring.

Why go the sighing winds unfurled? To blow me to the end of world. Why bud the flowers, except that I May pelt the stars out of the sky?

Why drips the rain its ancient way ? To blot out every yesterday, And gather time to this one hour, My golden thoughts its only dower.

Why curves the pool out in the grass? To make for me a looking-glass, Where I may see how glad a thing A girl in love this day in spring!