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Rh PART II

"THE POET'S DAY"

"HOW TO THE SINGER COMES THE SONG?"

I

to the singer comes the song?

At times a joy, alone;

A wordless tone

Caught from the crystal gleam of ice-bound trees;

Or from the violet-perfumed breeze;

Or the sharp smell of seas

In sunlight glittering many an emerald mile;

Or the keen memory of a love-lit smile.

II

Thus to the singer comes the song:

Gazing at crimson skies

Where burns and dies

On day's wide hearth the calm celestial fire,

The poet with a wild desire