I dreamed a blackbird's
Song one day,
Close by a birch she
Trilled
Sweet melodies
Then there was thou
And time was stunned
And stilled.
Ye did not sing
But I well knew
The song
Heard in my heart,
Derived from out
The tenderness;
Thy beauty
Did impart.
No tick of clock,
No bustling flock,
And all but
Sweet desire,
To know
Just how
A kiss betwixt
Would set the world afire.
And Oh! First kiss!
Sweet Lord! What's this?
The clarion trumpets
Rang
And fires burned fierce,
Two hearts were pierced;
The cherubim
They sang.
The Blackbird
And the Peregrine
Gave cry
With voices gay
And sang in
Perfect harmony,
For Love was born
That day.
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