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SINGING BRANCH, by            
First Line: If you had never loved me then, oh then
Last Line: Beneath whose singing branch our love has been.
Subject(s): Birds; Bluebirds; Love; Rain; Spring


If you had never loved me then, oh then,
Unscented, tenantless the grass of spring
Under the budless bough, unsheltering
The blue bird's frozen nest -- woven in vain!
I hear the numbing, leaden drops of rain,
Sliding down, icicles reiterate ring
Upon the stone, reglazing everything
As though no melting time could be again.
My apprehensive hands grow cold and shiver
Till I awake to warm reality;
The spreading grass renews its bed of green;
The apple blooms, the bird notes quiver;
The bee bass chorus vibrates through the tree
Beneath whose singing branch our love has been.





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