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!