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EVENING SONG
The lingering twilight falls
To night without a thought;
Through leafy sculptured halls
A mockingbird is caught
Enraptured by his own sweet voice,
And captures me without my choice.
The city lies in peace
Suspended in mid-air,
All toils and sorrows cease
For just an instant's prayer;
But still the mockingbird's clear voice
Entices me, without my choice.
Oh, could I fly with you
From bush to towering tree,
In flurried swoops I'd do
As you have done to me:
I'd charm the world with silver voice
And give it peace, without its choice.
Helen Forelle
from Pearls Among the Swine
How Love is Met
Grab a little stardust
When the stardust's there,
Dance upon a moonbeam
Only if you dare,
Sing a song to a shadow
And if the shadow sings
Then you can transport mountains
And change winters into springs.
Whisper to a flower,
Watch the flower grow,
Listen to a meadowlark,
Watch the sunset's glow,
And if you catch the sun's last beam
Before the sun is set
Just drop it in your pocket,
Then you'll know how love is met.
I held a star for a moment
And danced on the moonlight's beams,
I sang a song to a shadow
That sang to me in my dreams,
I've whispered to many a flower
And watched as the sun sank low.
But though I have tried my whole life through
That last beam when the sun has set
Will just not fit in my pocket,
Or hasn't, at least not yet.
Helen Forelle
From A Classical Garden
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