Sing Now Poem by Michael Shindler

Sing now child in the valley-glade.
Fret not over the blind judgment
Of hyacinths bright and fragrant
Or high pines yielding welcome shade.

In strange tones, this wildwood has prayed
To hear your gentle song's ascent.
Sing now child in the valley-glade;
Fret not over the blind judgment.

Your hair's neither darkened nor grayed
Nor lost in the throes of lament;
Your will is still by beauty bent,
Although it too in time will fade.
Fret not over the blind judgment;
Sing now child in the valley-glade.