Of Hurried Jingles & Drums

she sings so softly beside this balcony the heart of my niger – ah, she weeps her freshness thru the age-long depths of the sea & young birds by their cheerful nests echo her lustrous songs she is like our dove she breathes some new life into hearts full of strife - & under her giant wings june comes - o, she comes! with her barn of songs to this balcony, our life; & sitting are the elders full of yesterday’s tears beside a balcony of fears - ah, a rude trumpeter pipes ’tis a trinket of many voices imitating the rustic songs o, these hurried jingles mar the voice of the drums.