Thomas Tod Stoddart ( 1 of 1 )
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the read more
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the spring
On the angler's trysting-tree?
Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,
Are there buds on our willow-tree?
Buds and birds on our trysting tree?
