Wandering Minstrel
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Wandering Minstrel
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 Sun Jul 07, 2002 4:37 pm |
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One evening as I walked,
Across the broken rock,
I heard a whisper softly to my ear,
And up ahead the trees,
Grew silent in the breeze,
Again her voice came drifting through the air,
"The Earth is like a symphony,
A symphony," she said.
"The Earth is like a symphony," she said.
I reached to touch a sight,
That dreamily filled the night
and asked "Where comes so beautiful a phrase?"
But when I stretched my hand,
Touched nothing at its end,
and silence from the one I wished to praise,
'Til last I stood stalk still,
The moon peered over the hill,
And laid a golden swath across the pond,
The wind then kissed my cheek,
The forest sighed and creeked,
And once again I heard the lovely sound,
"The Earth is like a symphony
A symphony," she said.
"The Earth is like a symphony," she said.
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