now (more near ourselves than we)is a bird singing in a tree,who never sings the same thing twiceand still that singing's always hiseyes can feel but ears may seethere never lived a gayer he;if earth and sky should break in twohe'd make them one (his song's so true)who sings for us for you for mefor each leaf newer than can be:and for his own (his love) his dearhe sings till everywhere is here
〔84words〕
No comments:
Post a Comment