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Ave Francis Thompson	A
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He had been singing but I had not heard his voice	B
He had been weaving lovely dreams of song	C
O many a morning long	C
But I remote and far	D
Under an alien star	D
Listened to other singers other birds	E
And other silver words	E
But does the skylark singing sweet and clear	F
Beg the cold world to hear	G
Rather he sings for very rapture of singing	H
At dawn or in the blue mild Summer noon	I
Knowing that late or soon	I
His wealth of beauty and his high notes ringing	H
Above the earth will make some heart rejoice	B
He sings albeit alone	J
Spendthrift of each pure tone	J
Hoarding no single song	C
No cadence wild and strong	C
But one day from a friend far overseas	K
As if upon the breeze	K
There came the teeming wonder of his words	E
A golden troop of birds	E
Caged in a little volume made to love	L
Singing singing	H
Flinging flinging	H
Their breaking hearts on mine and swiftly bringing	H
Tears and the peace thereof	L
How the world woke anew	M
How the days broke anew	M
Before my tear blind eyes a tapestry	N
I seemed to see	N
Woven of all the dreams dead or to be	N
Hills hills of song Springs of eternal bloom	O
Autumns of golden pomp and purple gloom	O
Were hung upon his loom	O
Winters of pain roses with awful thorns	P
Yet wondrous faith in God's dew drench egrave d morns	P
These all these I saw	P
With that ecstatic awe	Q
Wherewith one looks into Eternity	N
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And then I knew that though I had not heard	R
His voice before	S
His quiet singing like some quiet bird	R
At some one's distant door	S
Had made my own more sweet had made it more	S
Lovely in one of God's miraculous ways	P
I knew then why the days	P
Had seemed to me more perfect when the Spring	H
Came with old bourgeoning	H
For somewhere in the world his voice was raised	T
And somewhere in the world his heart was breaking	H
And never a flower but knew it sweetly taking	H
Beauty more high and noble for his sake	H
As a whole wood grows lovelier for the wail	U
Of one sad nightingale	U
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Yet if the Springs long past	V
Seemed wonderful before I heard his voice	P
I tremble at the beauty I shall see	N
In seasons still to be	N
Now that his songs are mine while Life shall last	V
O now for me	N
New floods of vision open suddenly	N
Rejoice my heart Rejoice	P
That you have heard the Quiet Singer's voice	P

Charles Hanson Towne

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