Noon-Silence
A lyre-bird sings a low melodious song
Then all is still: a soft wind breathes along
The lofty gums and faintly dies away:
And Silence wakes and knows her dream is day.
Then all is still: a soft wind breathes along
The lofty gums and faintly dies away:
And Silence wakes and knows her dream is day.
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