"I sing for the past; in hope to wail for the coming future."

He says.

What of the present?
I ask---
And what of the passing time?

The glass freezes; rends
and the raindrop---
The doorbell, and th' songbird;

The mannequin moves,
And stops to listen

To the roses and
the dandelions;
Promises and---
The ever lying
lilacs,

Then walks unturned,
To ignore; yet again
Steps'n turns unvain-
ly; the floor churned

And he was sold to the ever inconstant.

Laughter upon my lips,
Ere my ears it slips
along it falls,
And silence fell;

Always.


"Envy be me."
I thought.

"Pity be you."
I last heard.

The door closes;
The mannequin speaks.

May come winter, may come fall
May the spring or summer call
May the river flood or dry
may the bluebird sing or cry.

May the rover find it's way
May the hunter shoot it's prey
May the sinner tell no lies
May the bluebird sing or cry.

May the mountains be as steep
May the valleys be so deep
May the ocean meet the tide
May the bluebird sing or cry.

May the poor have no pain
May the wealthy be unvain
May the common just get by
May the bluebird sing or cry.

May the stars shine as bright
May the dark not give a fright
May a comet cross the sky
May the bluebird sing or cry.

May the wind be just a breeze
May the fieldcrops never freeze
May the trees grow so high
May the bluebird sing or cry.

Come what else or come what may
I will still know everyday
May the bluebird sing or cry
My love for you will never die.