creation
When the World was New
He who made the tree
With leaves that breach the sky
And made the bird with colored breast
On feathered wing to fly
Only laid down his head to rest
When your love made Him cry.
The bright starry night
The frost upon the morn
The solo eagle’s flight
The glory of the dawn
Were all mere glints of light
Till you, from yearning, born.
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