A girl sang at an open door,
One windless noon in summer time
Her melodies the breezes bore
Pausing enraptured by her rhyme,
Then carried them to where I lay
Lost in a dream amid the hay.
And lo the lark that lately sang
And filled my thirsting heart with mirth.
Now died away, instead there rang
The sweetest melodies on Earth,
A maiden’s music filled the air
And floated lingering everywhere.
But lo the lark still sings on high
The crickets chirp, the meadows ring
With all the music far and nigh
That seems to rise from everything
For those clear notes that rise and fall
Fit in the melodies of all.
(R S Ward)
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