Sing and Sing!

In the solo fire
Of your whole desire,
As it rose aglow in your throat,
And the flow of your soul,
Then unfrozen and whole,
Was aglow as a full-blowing note,
Was it known to you wholly?
Did you hold it and own it?
Was it beautiful more than all things?
Did you rapture, adore it,
Was it life beyond living
And loving o’er highest of love?
Did you give all your being
Unconscious of giving?
Did the song that you sung
Become you, truly young?
Was your body its temple
And your spirit its god?
Did it joy in your stepping
And laugh where you trod?
Were your hands, in their sweeping,
Benedictions of praise
For the song through them leaping
Through makings of May’s?

In the solo fire
Of your whole desire,
As it rose up gold in your throat,
And the glow of your lips,
And your bold fingertips,
Were compelling each glorious note,
Did the song become one
In your daylight begun?
In your dawn-drawn delight
Were your stars still in sight?
Was that lark that you heard
The sprung might of your word?
Were the summer and spring
Re-combining?

Yea, be singer; sing and sing and sing!
Days of thy days are a-wing!

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