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Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) To My Mother Unuttered songs fly round my thoughts like birds, And aerially, above an earth of words, Imagined music on my spirit showers From azure-feathered throat and golden tongue. Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing Yours is the bird of heavenliest wing Whose sunward flight beyond my following towers And leaves me with an impotent harp unstrung. And yet the shadow of my song for you Falls on my heart forever as a dew, Or the dim-breathing soul of evening flowers That love the delicate light of stars still young. These lesser songs that all who listen may hear Shall we call yours for a day, most dear, most dear?-- Knowing there is one other, only ours, For ever singing, and for ever unsung. Eleanor Farjeon's other poems:
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