Once 1 was part of the music I heard 



On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky, 

 For joy ol 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. 



