Sing me a song.

Sing thou thy sky-lark song of sweetest daring,
And April ecstasy,
That I may follow it and go a-faring
To Arcady.

Charm sleep from out the shadows with thy singing,
And when the light turns grey,
Leave me bright dreams until the dawn comes bringing
The rose-edged day.

The wind of March taught thee his springtime madness,
And then in undertone
Whispered the wonder-secret of his gladness
To thee alone.

And thou hast learned from little brook and river
Their tender melody--
The notes that set the thrush's throat a-quiver
Are known to thee.

Sing me a song--a song to ease old sorrows,
And dull the edge of care--
A song of Hope, to ring through all the morrows
That be my share.