Summer Nocturne

Midnight blue and black as night...

Night-Bird upon my arm alight...

Sound forth the hunting call...

Into that darkened wood depart...

To return 'fore the morrow comes...

In victory, or not at all...

See the sky and hear the trees...

Swaying in the gentle breeze...

Leaves of green lie in the grass.

Strewn like so many memories...

Stir in chill wind, rising, falling..

Over sea and over shore...

Some place else shall set to rest...

To lay again in sunlight blessed...

And Some day I shall follow them...

Wherever they may have gone..

To meet in peace of heart and mind, once more ~