Birds of Passage (part 1)

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*This Time, this place,
This world, your grace,
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;

And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.

But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near,

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.

I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow
the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.

I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.

O, say not so!
O, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight (and woe)
Come not from wings of birds.

They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.

This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime…

As from the land of snow
the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
Oh, their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight
Come not from wings of birds.

*This Time, this place,
This world, your grace,
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!

A wind came up out of the sea,
And said, "O mists, make room for me."

It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on,
Ye mariners, the night is gone."

And hurried landward far away,
Crying, "Awake! it is the day."

And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer,
Your clarion blow; the day is near."

It said unto the forest, "Shout!
Hang all your leafy banners out!"

It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
And said, "O bird, awake and sing."

It whispered to the fields of corn,
"Bow down, and hail the coming morn."

It shouted through the belfry-tower,
"Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."

It said unto the forest, "Shout!
Hang all your leafy banners out!"

It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
And said, "O bird, awake and sing."



And hurried landward far away,
Crying, "Awake! it is the day."


*This Time, this place,
In your eyes – God`s grace!
This Time, this place,
This world, your grace!
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!

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from Birds of Passage (high res. 24bit - 48), released January 3, 2020

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born 11 Feb 1981. Ukraine/ Kharkov

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