Maysong from Fields Burning by Fields Burning

Oh my pride,
White flower so fair
Fair winter of mine
Held in this,
My somber appending
That in ending I might
Be remembering a birdsong in May
Sung from on high

Up above,
The ringing of bells
Into and endless sigh
Snowy veil, befitting a bride
Kindred spirit that I
Wed in the ashes of a long summer's day
Wrung from my eyes

Endlessly does the vastness cry
Where a songbird flown far away
Once so heavenly a love song did sing
Screams in the night

Drawing near
The snow-swirling air
Whence our fates were entwined
Tendrils climb
The frostbitten hands
Held in rapture with mine
Once we would upon awaking rejoice
Now eventide

And our time
And time hereafter
Turn in the raging fire
Burning still
Into the slumber
Under church tower's spire
Dove descending the bright windowpane
Lately inspires

And oh how that vastness cries
Yet so strange a joy still I find
And even as the angel of death
Stands at my side

Cast me white mountainside
For a moment just to stand there in
That clear running stream

When I walked in your garden
When I lay on your shore
When I dwelled in your Eden
Fallen now, fallen evermore
To the world
Down below

Hopes for storming the heavens
Come to naught in the end
But the red rose of bleeding
If so held in the trembling hand
May redeem
Now and again

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