TWO THRUSHES MET.

[ZaunköniG]

TWO THRUSHES MET.
FOR M. E. S.

TWO thrushes met upon an April day,
And sang a simple song of love and glee:
. . . "And I am I, dear heart, and you are she
Whose tender note beguiled me on my way!"
They did not heed that all the sky was gray,
And not a neighbor leaf on any tree—
Two thrushes met upon an April day,
And sang a simple song of love and glee.
They did not miss the brightness of the May,
Or long the Summer's lavish wealth to see.
"April," he chirped, "is fair enough for me,
And when you sing, lo, Spring is on the way"—
Two thrushes met upon an April day,
And sang a simple song of love and glee.