heard the windy woods at evening ringing
thousand bells of Aprilís singing time;
the low sun there was a blackbird singing
high passionate rhyme.
it his key of beauty, his angelhood,
the mindís door open, setting me free,
all oblivious of the darkening wood
suddenly could see,
the seeing that vexes not our mortal eyes
to disclose the spiritís prismatic flame
the worlds fulfilled in silence rise?
that hush I came.
saw in the gold west remotely pearled
Light of Light, the Heaven of all skies;
buds, the folded beauty of the world
blossom in my eyes.
through the cloudy arches of the light
saw of Being the bright symbolic sign;
down the vistaed chancels of the night
great fulfilment shine.
hieroglyphic of the rising stars
a lost meaning to my burning mind.
blackbird on the silver birchís bars
song to sleep resigned.
in the deepening blue there burned away
few cloud petals, still with sunset bright,
last love touches of discarnate day
the still mind of night.
turned me homeward passionate to sing
poem that would interpret the dull years;
piercing beauty of that wayside thing
my dumb heart to tears.
thereís no word to say, no verse to write;
words the gloryís gone as the sunsets go;
wild-heart blackbirdís hidden in the light
Is all the song I know.
Copyright © 2008 [Fen Tyler]