Bird-song

 

Deep within the wells of being

Floats an image of the sun;

And there a bird sits singing, singing,

Eternally, alone.

 

A hush immense walls up the song

In crystal purity;

And Silence sentinels its power,

Its vast infinity.

 

So deep, so rich, the spirit-rune,

The inner spaces shine,

World after world unfolds in light

And loveliness divine.

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