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The Web Poetry Corner - McKenna Byrne - When Poetry Has Left - She Sings

When Poetry Has Left - She Sings

by

McKenna Byrne

When poetry has left - has burned for me,
Consumed my glittering passion and my heart,
My soul may ask was love just meant to be
The marble hands and emerald eyes of art.
There is a voice I know that sings its rapture down
From realms where God breathes music - it belongs
To immemorial peace whose birth has ever flown
On whispering wings of angels and of swans.
Borne up as on a tide of singing ocean
My failing soul may breathe again to be
Fulfilled by instinct on that ancient motion
Like the bird that builds her nest upon the sea.
This is the voice, when heaven's hands we making
Prayer, they formed, to lift the human soul above
That anguished night when all its hope was breaking,
For this is the voice that gives a voice to love.

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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