 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
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THE BLACKBIRD
O hark to the soaring of clear song outpouring!
The Voice of the lovely green valley, I hear!
Half-craving and crying, half-sobbing and sighing
Triumphing and dying, afar off and near.
Now all the vale over it goes, like a lover,
A-calling and re-calling the years fled away—
Now behold! it comes bringing the Past with its singing
The music of Youth is the Blackbird's sweet lay!
The Voice of the lovely green valley, I hear!
Half-craving and crying, half-sobbing and sighing
Triumphing and dying, afar off and near.
Now all the vale over it goes, like a lover,
A-calling and re-calling the years fled away—
Now behold! it comes bringing the Past with its singing
The music of Youth is the Blackbird's sweet lay!
How softly at morning its pure note gave warning,
Awaking all hearts with the lyric of love,
And, making more tender the opening splendour
Illumined all looks with a light from above.
And hear the soft laughter now following after—
The meetings and the greetings, the gay dawn of day!
O what friends flit and dally throughout the glad valley,
Their voices all blend in the Blackbird's soft lay!
Awaking all hearts with the lyric of love,
And, making more tender the opening splendour
Illumined all looks with a light from above.
And hear the soft laughter now following after—
The meetings and the greetings, the gay dawn of day!
O what friends flit and dally throughout the glad valley,
Their voices all blend in the Blackbird's soft lay!
Ah, hear the imploring of sad song deploring!—
The wail of the lonely gray valley I hear.
Now craving and crying, now sobbing and sighing
Appealing and dying, afar and a-near,
The glory, the gladness, to sorrow and sadness—
The light unto the night-cloud,—all, all fade away!
Ah, how vain the recalling!—to tears slowly falling
The Blackbird at eve sings its lonely sad lay!
The wail of the lonely gray valley I hear.
Now craving and crying, now sobbing and sighing
Appealing and dying, afar and a-near,
The glory, the gladness, to sorrow and sadness—
The light unto the night-cloud,—all, all fade away!
Ah, how vain the recalling!—to tears slowly falling
The Blackbird at eve sings its lonely sad lay!
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