Warble for Lilac-Time.

WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time, Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature’s sake, and sweet life’s sake—and death’s the same as life’s, Souvenirs of earliest summer—birds’ eggs, and the first berries; Gather the welcome signs, (as children, with pebbles, or stringing shells;) Put in April and May—the hylas croaking in the ponds—the elastic air, Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes, Blue-bird, and darting swallow—nor forget the high-hole flashing his golden wings, The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor, Spiritual, airy insects, humming on gossamer wings, Shimmer of waters, with fish in them—the cerulean above; All that is jocund and sparkling—the brooks running, The maple woods, the crisp February days, and the sugar-making; The…