The birds this morning wakened me so early it was hardly day:

Ten sparrows in the lilac tree, a blackbird inthe may,

Astarling somewhere in the mews, a songthrush on a broken hat

Downin the yard the grocers use, all cried: “Beware; Beware! The Cat!”

I’ve never had the heart to rhyme, this year: I’ve always wakened sad

And late, if might be, so the time would be more short—but I was glad

With a mad gladness in to-day that is the longest day in June.

( That blackbird’s nesting in the may.) For only yesterday at noon

In the long grass of Holland Park, I think—I think—I heard a lark …

I heard your voice: I saw your face once more … (Upon thatpackingcase