Sour Grapes

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The Late Singer<br><br>Here it is spring again<br>and I still a young man!<br>I am late at my singing.<br>The sparrow with the black rain on his breast<br>has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past:<br>What is it that is dragging at my heart?<br>The grass by the back door<br>is stiff with sap.<br>The old maples are opening<br>their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers.<br>A moon hangs in the blue<br>in the early afternoons over the marshes.<br>I am late at my singing.