What's beautiful

What's beautiful,
ageing, and losing,
What's beautiful
when I look into your heart.

The air brims ....

The air brims

with tweets, trills

and arks, and more,

All is well.

I have wished a bird would fly away

A Minor Bird

I have wished a bird would fly away,

And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door

When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.

The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something very wrong

In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost

Sweetness of birdsong shall fall upon my heart

Sweetness of birdsong shall fall upon my heart,

Shall fall upon my heart;

Nor will I strive to mimic

The beauty I find,

But lie in a dream and open wide my heart

And let the song of the birds sink down into my mind.

And the peace that it brings and the joy of joyous things

Shall one day brim maybe

My heart and my brain,

And I will make a singing of long-forgotten things,

And long-forgotten pain,

Of a heart broken and mended with Beauty in a place

Where troubled dreams all ended

In birdsong and rain

Calling and falling

Quietly.

Frederick William Harvey