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SONG MAGIC, by                    
First Line: It is dusk in the house of my heart
Last Line: That I am no more afraid.


It is dusk in the house of my heart
Because of great fear;
Because of foreboding and dread
For this house that is ours.
Where the lark nested
And the dove,
Vultures feed.

I will go out among the flowers
And take of the substance of the earth
And make me a song for my need,
And be heartened and rested.

I will take mountains
For strength; and for mirth
I will take dew-beads and fountains.
For glory, I will have only
The manifold flush
Of the sunset horizon,
With the little white thread
Of new moon that hangs lonely.
Twined with its slenderness
I will have stars
For pledges of tenderness.

Then in the hush
Where no words are said,
I will drain friendship
From tall sweet trees.

Yet, making my song, I recall
That mountains are broken and scarred;
That thunderbolts
Shatter deep skies that are starred
With white embers of conflict.

I remember the moon,
How she borrows the semblance of flame
That lightens her cheek;
And the trees,
What storms they have weathered
While birds took to wing
From spilled nests that were tethered
To up-standing branches in spring.

And seeing all these
Still brave and beguiling and glad,
I write down their courage and sing
And am strong.

And now I lean my quaking heart
On the poem I have made,
And call earth to witness
That I am no more afraid.





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