WAIT but a little while? 
 The bird will bring 
A heart in tune for melodies 
 Unto the spring, 
Till he who ?s in the cedar there 
Is moved to trill a song so rare, 
And pipe her fair. 
 
Wait but a little while? 
 The bud will break; 
The inner rose will open and glow
 For summer?s sake; 
Fond bees will lodge within her breast 
Till she herself is plucked and prest 
Where I would rest. 
 
Wait but a little while? 
 The maid will grow 
Gracious with lips and hands to thee, 
 With breast of snow. 
To-day Love ?s mute, but time hath sown 
A soul in her to match thine own,
Though yet ungrown.