Helen of Troy And Other Poems (11)

    When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleep, Dust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep.

    When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks will know, And pipe the three words lightlyTo all the winds that blow.

    Above his roof the swallows,In notes like far-blown rain, Will tell the little sparrowBeside his window-pane.

    O sparrow¹, little sparrow,When I am fast asleep, Then tell my love the secretThat I have died to keep.