From the Courtship Collections--The Engagement
A bluebird came upon my path with spirit light
I watched as he tarried along the way
He fluttered in a fury then into a flight
I awaiting to hear what he might say.
His spirit soared, he chirped a rhyme
I listened close, forgetting the time.
And he bespake unto me
A merry day to thee!
I know thou art a child
Listening to the heavenly trees
Caught within a tempest mild.
But, listen close, dear one,
And wiht good fortune I will tell.
The spirit of love and its sails
And this lullalae, now, bid you well!
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