Song - Wait But A Little While

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.