Song

Love, unto me be song of bird;
So soon the song is through;
I would I had a brazen word
To brand this truth untrue.

Love, unto me be life’s full sun,
Unmindful of your light;
So soon the stealthy shadows run
All days into one night.

There is a word that must be spoken,
A word your heart would hear,
And mine must whisper, or be broken;
Oh, make your heart your ear.