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A year ago I sent six songs to you:
Six heart-beats there you heard who read them well;—
Six long vibrations of a birthday bell,
Which, ere they passed, in marriage music drew
Strange echoes out of heaven, till all the blue
Throbbed to the echoing strain that rose and fell,
And every wind had the same tale to tell,
Or so it seemed, and every leaflet knew.
Six heart-beats there you heard who read them well;—
Six long vibrations of a birthday bell,
Which, ere they passed, in marriage music drew
Strange echoes out of heaven, till all the blue
Throbbed to the echoing strain that rose and fell,
And every wind had the same tale to tell,
Or so it seemed, and every leaflet knew.
Then to your heart such sense of terror crept
As Eve had, who for joy of her new life,
Danced 'mid the flowers upon her youngest morn,
When out of the blind bower where he slept
The man, awakening, heard, and called her “Wife,”
And love and dread into her world were born.
As Eve had, who for joy of her new life,
Danced 'mid the flowers upon her youngest morn,
When out of the blind bower where he slept
The man, awakening, heard, and called her “Wife,”
And love and dread into her world were born.
| A Child of the People | |