Sing Again

You sang me a song:
’T was the close of the year—
Sing again!
I cannot remember the name
Or the words:
’T is the same
We listen to hear
When the windows are open in spring,
And the air’s full of birds;
One calls from the branch some sweet thing,
And one sings on the wing
The refrain.

You sang me a song
My heart thrilled to hear.
The refrain
Has run like a fillet of gold
Through the woof
Of the cold
Dark days of a year.
To-night there ’s a year at its start,
All the birds are aloof,
Your eyes hold the sun for my part,
And the Spring’s in your heart—
Sing again!