A tribute to Beverly Sills

O Happy Singer,
O Sweet Ear-ringer,
O Bearer, Bringer,
Of music glad,
We who took note of thee,
Beauty heard float from thee,
Now, though devotedly,
Now we are sad.

Yet, thou not silent are;
Yet, art thou still a star;
Yea, thou will live on far
On top of Time’s hills.
Yes, through each rising sun,
You’ll be The Singing One;
Yea! and forgotten none,
Dame Beverly Sills!

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