Classic Poem

Again great song
Bubbles her stars in the pebbly spring of my spirit ...
And I am on my knees in praise
Because love, quick love, is leaping again
Like a babe, like a bird, like a brook ...

The time of Indian Summer is here,
The hazy sun and the mellow air,
Yellow leaves that drink of the golden,
Drink of the glow of the dream-gold city ...

For the city is a dream
That Golden Bird and I are dreaming ...
We babble new songs in secret as we pass among the people ...
We laugh a secret laughter in the drifting Indian Summer ...
We are music-mad; we are lovers ...

We walk in a sky-earth song ...
O song that comes from a great distance,
Peoples unborn,
And dreams to be lived.