How like swallows in the morning
Feeding swiftly in the sunlight
Comes word music to my
yearning;
May I catch it in its coming
In the dawning's early burning
When all nature's humming.

In my striving to secure them.
Words of magic slip away;
Melodies I hear dissolve in air
Could I somehow immune them,
I would give them without care
To all who would endure them.

Could I somehow catch
the singing
Of these words of Heaven's
giving.
Melodies that fade in airing,
Could I take these bright
songs winging,
I would sing them to world, caring
Only for the joy of bringing.