Voices Of Spring Poem by Imogene Wagner

Oh, listen! Listen closely now
And breathe no sound to interfere...
I put the needle on the record, there!
And now the music comes to tell the ear.

(He told me—lovers never miss
One syllable or tone or word-
He smiled and said I feel a way with you,
Like the 'Voices of Spring') and now I've heard.

The laughter! Musics's waltzing joy!
The triumph song of blended things,
The rousing newborn cry of love's first breath,
The tingling promise of eternal springs.

No barriers! Never more the miles
Between to taunt and break the trust,
I loved you then—but differently for now
The gentle glory of it is a must!

(November 1948)