The Shadow and the Song
Out of the mist of twilight,
Into the noonday sun;
Slender limbs and brown-eyed,
Dances my lovely one.
She skips thru the meadow singing,
Her shadow frolics along;
Which of these should I follow,
The shadow or her song.
I followed her dancing shadow,
Where love gives heart to all;
Then I captured the song,
Where echoes cease to call.
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