MUSIC IS SWEET FROM THE THRUSH'S THROAT

 

MUSIC is sweet from the thrush's throat!

       Oh little thrush

   With the holy note,

Like a footstep of God in a sick-room's hush

     My soul you crush.

Unstopped organ, from earth you break,

     To knock at the skies,

     And I can but shake

My fragile fetters, and with you rise

    Into Paradise.

But Love, your music requires not wings.    

     To the common breed

      It clings, and sings:

"Heaven on earth is Heaven indeed.

       This is my creed."                                 E.E. Cummings

Image courtesy of ChatGPT with CN Whittle, "Song thrush in bloom with sunlight"