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First Line: I heard your song, before the sun arose
Last Line: Into these lines blended.
Subject(s): Singing & Singers; Songs


I heard your song, before the sun arose,
Soar to heaven, not like an eagle, though
Each note silhouetted against the warm sky;
As you compose,
Then gracefully flutter to earth, murmuring
Like brooklets flow --
Then whispering like the summer breeze
Scented with fragrance from apple-blossom trees,
Aroused in me thoughts of love
That were buried in forgotten lore,
Sprung to life once more;
And upon its glittering, silvery trance
I stood
With closed eyelids; in solemn reverence
Also reviewed the cruel workings of chance.
The flight of your song ended
Into these lines blended.





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