She Sang
She sang and the sea’s water
Formed in a mind, a voice.
Even as she sung, the phrases
Stirred, the wind and her
Which we heard, maker of
Song, an artist whose spirit
Mercy placed on earth.
If only a dark voice or a rose
The deep air stood,
The summer without end,
The high of her horizons,
A voice made from the sky,
Advancing in a world,
Where I heard her cry.
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