If a summer bird's song,
Someone in winter finds,
It holds for long,
And its melody , forever binds
The song’s divine,
As one’s heart goes away,
To music’s eternal shrine,
Where soul’s made to sway
Soft cadence renders,
Mellowness of imagination,
And with solitude it tenders
Heart, and imparts education.
1 comment :
"If a summer bird's song,
Someone in winter finds,
It holds for long,"
what an imagination..Dear !!!
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