Sounded
Ring the tolling thunder
rolling on the horizon
mark an age for wonder
a joy for eyes to rely on
Take what little fabric
a strip of grass and bark
and make a dress most classic
to remember this till dark
A tender loving kiss
from sun to sky earth shakes
whilst golds and copper hiss
from water sky awakes
I've seen all that I can
from this lone mountain wry
and as the sun again
descends I march heart high
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