Once I wag part of the music I heard 

 On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky, 

 For joy of the beating of wings on high 



My heart shot into the breast of a bird. 



I hear it now and I see it fly, 

 And a life in wrinkles again la stirred. 

 My heart shoots into the breast of a bird, 



As It will for sheer love till the last long sigh. 



MXBEDITH. 



VI 



