Love me

by Sara Teasdale

     Brown-thrush singing all day long
     In the leaves above me,
     Take my love this April song,
     "Love me, love me, love me!"
                    When he harkens what you say,
                    Bid him, lest he miss me,
                    Leave his work or leave his play,
                    And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!

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