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Experiment 7

The Song Of The White Heron

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The Song Of The White Heron

Sing no more the songs of praising
Dance no more with echoes raising
Sing and dance, no more, no more.
Thus spoke the silent sorrows of a saddened muse;
The waters were silent then and the stillness which descended
Hovering like an Autumn mist over damp marshes
Was met only by the gentle calling of the nightbird
And the occasional lapping of ripples,
Washing over the drowned man's feet.
But the muse, looking eastward, cried for the seas to hear,
Where are the winds of yesterday?
And then the winds of invitation came whistling
And a song of depression rose from the icy waves,
Beating on the sharp stark shore
Until even living beings were devoid of reality
As flesh and bone decayed through the essence of importance
And a mirror-moon once more reflected
Only an empty earth crying for another life.
Subdue the winds, subdue the muse,
The silent sorrows sang,
Sing once more the songs of praising
Dance once more with echoes raising
Sing and dance, once more, once more.