Sing on, dear bird! Bring the old rapturous pain,
In this great town, where I no welcome find.
Show me the murmuring forest in your mind,
And April’s fragile cups, brimful of rain.
O sing me far away, that I may hear
The voice of grass, and, weeping, may be blind
To slights and lies and friends that prove unkind.
Sing till my soul dissolves into a tear,
Glimmering within a chaliced daffodil.
So, when the stately sun with burning breath
Absorbs my being, I’ll dream that he is Death,
Great Death, the undisdainful. By his will
No more unlovely, haunting all things fair,
I’ll seek some kinder life in the golden air.
(Mary Webb)
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