Cedars in the Sun
M
Y HEART had hung in my breast all day
A lifeless and heavy thing,
And bitterness came to be my guest
With never a song to sing.
With never a song through the live-long day
Though the hours were blue and high.
I walked at last to the edge of the town
Where the street end meets the sky.
And there in the late October light
On the tawny crest of a hill,
A cluster of green-gold cedars stood
Breathless and bright and still.
My heartbeats stumbled to ecstasy,
My grief, a forgotten thing—
The gold of the universe was mine,
And there was a song to sing.
And there was healing for me, and joy,
And the high white light of prayer
In the blinding dazzle of cedar trees
Bright on the autumn air.
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