Rollo Britten-Bird of Passion
Bird of Passion |
LEAVE the lovely words unsaid; For another thought is fled From my dream-entangled mind. Bird of passion, unenshrined, I can never phrase thee quite— So I speed thee on thy flight, Unembodied thus forever, Floating in a mist that never May be raised. Thou art one Of the black-winged birds that run, With uncomprehended night, Unimpeded down the night. |