04-14-2014, 05:26 PM
1st Edit
Her Song
She woke when dusk was trailing colored ribbons ‘cross the sky.
The birds warbled their nocturnes near the stream that trickled by
and from her mossy bed she rose and stretched her arms and sung
her praises with the birdsong, as the verdant valley rung
and echoed with the sound of it, across the noisy stream
awoke a lonely wanderer into what seemed a dream…
‘
He heard the sound of singing ‘midst the birds’ worshipful notes
and was drawn towards the stream where the water-lillys float.
He spied her, ‘cross the water, lotus dreaming; thought her fey
And lovely as the birds who sang his fear of night away.
He watched her singing with them, caught the ethereal song-.
the trees and wind and birds and stream carried the tune along,
And his waking now was dreaming, his dreams inside a dream,
he joined the song the valley sang and plunged across the stream
lotus filled, full of longing, but she’d disappeared from sight.
The singing ceased as darkness fell, the day gave way to night
and he found himself alone again listening for her song
and forgot the trees and birds and stream also sang along.
He went on lone and lonely as she watched him stumble by
now awake but sadly dreaming, and she heard him moan and sigh
at the darkness that had sprung up and the lotus driven dream-
yet still the wind and trees and birds sang praises with the stream.
“In this valley” said the wanderer, “I sometimes hear her song;
I wander into harmony, the whole earth sings along.”
Original
Her Song
She woke when dusk was trailing colored ribbons ‘cross the sky.
The birds warbled their nocturnes near the stream that trickled by
and from her mossy bed she rose and stretched her arms and sung
her praises with the birdsong- as the verdant valley rung
and echoed with the sound of it, across the noisy stream
awoke a lonely wanderer Into a stranger dream
than the one that he had left when his eyes opened to see
shafts of light piercing the clouds o’er darkening valley.
‘
He heard the sound of singing ‘midst the birds’ worshipful notes
and was drawn towards the stream where the water-lillys float.
He spied her, ‘cross the water, lotus dreaming; thought her fey
And lovely as the birds who sang his fear of night away.
He watched her singing with them, caught the ethereal song-.
the trees and wind and birds and stream carried the tune along,
And his waking now was dreaming and his dreams inside a dream,
he joined the song the valley sang and plunged across the stream
lotus filled, full of longing, but she’d disappeared from sight.
The singing ceased as darkness grew, the day gave way to night
and he found himself alone again listening for her song
and forgot the trees and birds and stream also sang along.
He went on lone and lonely and she watched him stumble by
now awake but sadly dreaming, and she heard him moan and sigh
at the darkness that had sprung up and the lotus driven dream-
yet still the wind and trees and birds sang praises with the stream.
“In this valley” said the wanderer, “I sometimes hear her song;
I wander into harmony, the whole earth sings along.”
Her Song
She woke when dusk was trailing colored ribbons ‘cross the sky.
The birds warbled their nocturnes near the stream that trickled by
and from her mossy bed she rose and stretched her arms and sung
her praises with the birdsong, as the verdant valley rung
and echoed with the sound of it, across the noisy stream
awoke a lonely wanderer into what seemed a dream…
‘
He heard the sound of singing ‘midst the birds’ worshipful notes
and was drawn towards the stream where the water-lillys float.
He spied her, ‘cross the water, lotus dreaming; thought her fey
And lovely as the birds who sang his fear of night away.
He watched her singing with them, caught the ethereal song-.
the trees and wind and birds and stream carried the tune along,
And his waking now was dreaming, his dreams inside a dream,
he joined the song the valley sang and plunged across the stream
lotus filled, full of longing, but she’d disappeared from sight.
The singing ceased as darkness fell, the day gave way to night
and he found himself alone again listening for her song
and forgot the trees and birds and stream also sang along.
He went on lone and lonely as she watched him stumble by
now awake but sadly dreaming, and she heard him moan and sigh
at the darkness that had sprung up and the lotus driven dream-
yet still the wind and trees and birds sang praises with the stream.
“In this valley” said the wanderer, “I sometimes hear her song;
I wander into harmony, the whole earth sings along.”
Original
Her Song
She woke when dusk was trailing colored ribbons ‘cross the sky.
The birds warbled their nocturnes near the stream that trickled by
and from her mossy bed she rose and stretched her arms and sung
her praises with the birdsong- as the verdant valley rung
and echoed with the sound of it, across the noisy stream
awoke a lonely wanderer Into a stranger dream
than the one that he had left when his eyes opened to see
shafts of light piercing the clouds o’er darkening valley.
‘
He heard the sound of singing ‘midst the birds’ worshipful notes
and was drawn towards the stream where the water-lillys float.
He spied her, ‘cross the water, lotus dreaming; thought her fey
And lovely as the birds who sang his fear of night away.
He watched her singing with them, caught the ethereal song-.
the trees and wind and birds and stream carried the tune along,
And his waking now was dreaming and his dreams inside a dream,
he joined the song the valley sang and plunged across the stream
lotus filled, full of longing, but she’d disappeared from sight.
The singing ceased as darkness grew, the day gave way to night
and he found himself alone again listening for her song
and forgot the trees and birds and stream also sang along.
He went on lone and lonely and she watched him stumble by
now awake but sadly dreaming, and she heard him moan and sigh
at the darkness that had sprung up and the lotus driven dream-
yet still the wind and trees and birds sang praises with the stream.
“In this valley” said the wanderer, “I sometimes hear her song;
I wander into harmony, the whole earth sings along.”
