| Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914. | | | | A Bird Sings in My Heart | | By Irene Hardy |
| | | A BIRD sings in the garden of my heart, | |
| And all day long I hear its carol clear; | |
| At night it folds its gentle wings so near, | |
| Its tender pulsings stir my blood and start | |
| The tears within my eyes to think Love’s art | 5 |
| Should stay her wings with me and make so dear | |
| The rude wild bowers of my demesne, nor fear | |
| But she should find her spirit’s counterpart. | |
| All day I go resolved and thinking how | |
| To make more sweet for her that garden place; | 10 |
| How I will pluck away the weeds, the rose | |
| Of Love to plant there for her nesting-bough; | |
| How I will school my heart to every grace | |
| That it may be her home, her one repose. | | | | |
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