You Are Mine


Let me tell my love of the secret,
It may well cost my life to keep.
I once whispered it to a little bird
One night while fast asleep.

The bird had hopped up on the sill,
And looked into my window-pane.
He flicked his wings free of the wet
He had got from far-blown rain.

I whispered the three words softly,
Softer than spring winds blow,
So when summer skies call all the birds
Then only my thrush will know.

Of course she holds my secret close,
As she swims in blue so deep,
When winter bends above my heart,
And finds me fast asleep.

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