Bride's Song by Sheila Kaye-Smith — Read

It was not always thus I loved, / Once, long ago, another love was mine, / A love that through the constellations moved / On fiery way divine -- / It was not always thus I loved. / But can a bird for ever fly? / Too rare, too lofty, is the sky, / The poor bird folds his tired wings, / And in the tree-top sings, / And tries / To forget the skies.

It was not always thus I dreamed, / Once, long ago, I walked in Paradise, / And through the coolness of the garden gleamed / An angel's beckoning eyes -- / It was not always thus I dreamed. / But can the sun be ever bright? / He faints before the sword of night, / And back into the house we hie, / And with a candle try, / When day's done, / To forget the sun.

I went into the sunset, and I heard / Among the trees the faint note of a bird.