Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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Song in the Light. |
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VIII. Song in the Light.
In the light of the crimson even
The wild birds float and sing.
Out of the depth of heaven
They issue on the wing;
And all the air is choral;
And the long fields fresh and floral,
And the mountains many-folden,
And the rich cloud purple and golden
Seem, and the forest olden,
To join their carolling
The wild birds float and sing.
Out of the depth of heaven
They issue on the wing;
And all the air is choral;
And the long fields fresh and floral,
And the mountains many-folden,
And the rich cloud purple and golden
Seem, and the forest olden,
To join their carolling
In your smile's twilight spaces
Sweet thoughts will sing and float.
Out of the soul's hid places
They issue with glad note;
And the rills, and the streams, and the rivers,
And the stars, the sweet light-givers,
The fading twilight, the grasses,
The golden and red cloud-masses,
The ridges the mountain-passes
Sing from one throbbing throat.
Sweet thoughts will sing and float.
Out of the soul's hid places
They issue with glad note;
And the rills, and the streams, and the rivers,
And the stars, the sweet light-givers,
The fading twilight, the grasses,
The golden and red cloud-masses,
The ridges the mountain-passes
Sing from one throbbing throat.
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