BLACK CAT POEMS
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Edith Willis Linn Forbes
The snow-drops rising hand in hand
Proclaim that spring is here;
The willow's silver finger-tips
In swamp and wood appear;
The bluebird pauses from his work
To tell that May is near.
My heart keeps time to merry songs,
The songs the gay birds sing;
Oh! I could dance for very joy
To music of the spring;
The gladdest days of all the year
Are these that promise bring.
For sweeter far than what we see,
The dream of all that is to be.
poems by Edith Willis Linn Forbes