Atonement

Silence waits for song;
Patient, makes no moan;
Yearns for singing strong
To atone
Hours without song.

Song waits on desire;
Waits for will the same.
Dreams of deeds inspire
Words that leap as flame
To atone
Hours without song!

Flowers may be fair;
Powers dare and do;
But if song’s not there
Where, my love, are you?
Sing, now, over-strong
To atone
Hours without song.

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