Song of Joy

Sing out in pitches

That ride a crescendo

And peep over the walls

Of the craters on the moon;

Sing out in tones

That perforate stone walls;

Sing out in voices

That pierce complacence;

Sing out in lyrics

That shatter statics;

Sing out in notes

That overtake ecstasy

And pass over 

To sublime delights.

Sing out, sing out –

With upraised arms

And with upturned faces

Let fly the spirits

In paeans of joy.

 

 

 

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