My heart flies away
kissing the leaden sky of day
when linnets sing o'er silent vale
when whistling by, the wind do sail
when reaper in a torch-song lost,
sings intermittent in winter's frost
a new cry, of a soul when heard
for tender limbs; eyes soft; lost teeth; a birth
when down it falls, tears of merry bride
of love! care, palanquin in, a farewell ride
when smiles, relives altogether in transmuted happiness
of prejudice lost, of hatred killed
my heart doth flies away.....
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The heart of the merry bride flies away when the new birth falls down. Wonderful poem on a subject least penned! The singing linnet, the whistling wind, the song lost reaper and the merry bride awaiting her new babe...a beautiful picture has been created. Cheers!