Homage
I hear that winter now is gone
And so too the tree where you sang
So sweetly in another dawn
Dry wists from dry branches hang
Like broken cords of serfdom still
Or chords that once etched a note
Outside a pining lover's window sill
Presence is everything to some
But memory too makes good the best
And constant keeps an old blossom
For one eternity in the breast.
There, there my nightingale yet sings
And in my heart its soul still pours
Though like love flapped flittering wings
My heart still on the distant shores
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