I hear a thrush at eve

I hear a thrush at eve

Wild notes up-flinging;

Twilight and rapture weave

Snares for his singing.

Yet soars his song afar

Seeking his golden star;

I hear a thrush at eve

Thrilling and singing.

So through the dark to thee

My song is springing;

Throbbing with ecstasy

Love notes are winging.

Lean from thy bower above,

Lean forth with eyes of love,

For through the dark to thee

My heart is singing.