Once 1 was 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 1 see it fly. 



And a life in wrinkles again is stirred. 

 My heart shoots into the breast of a bird. 



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



Meredith. 



