The New SongW. S. MerwinFor some time I thought there was timeand that there would always be timefor what I had a mind to doand what I could imaginegoing back to and finding itas I had found it the first timebut by this time I do not knowwhat I thought when I thought back thenthere is no time yet it grows lessthere is the sound of rain at nightarriving unknown in the leavesonce without before or afterthen I hear the thrush（画眉） wakingat daybreak singing the new song