I heard a flute

Call from the hawthorne tree.

In crystal ripples its salute

Curved on the breeze, a star-splashed rhapsody.

It seemed I heard

In lilting tenderness

A voice long stilled. Sheer magic stirred

The splashing stars into my love's caress.

His voice came through

The flute-song with a strain

Of sadness. He was lonely too...

Then hark! There came again, and yet again,

Triumphant bars...

My love at Heaven's gate

Was calling through a trillion stars:

"Love is eternal!" and "I wait! I wait!"


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