I heard a bird sing this morning I knew that spring was here, I heard a thrush twice whistle And twice thought he was near. I read again from Browning The lines we used to share I tried to read them for you, I tried, you were not there. I saw a bud turn this morning To face the light of spring, I saw the wild wood violet A lonley fragrance bring. I read again from Hopkins The Mayday lines we shared, I tried to read them for you, I tried, you were not there. I heard your voice call this morning Between the grey light, and day, I thought I heard you whisper To the shadows where I lay. I saw the book still open That we had made our own, I felt the cold cold shudder For half my soul was gone.