• O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.

    William Morris: O thrush, your song is passing sweet, 
But never a song that you have sung 
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang 
When my dear love and I were young.
    "Other Days". "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.