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.
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