Her Calling

 

She sets the Sun,

Divides the moon

Portrays MacBeth

Calls the loon.

 

A moment sour

Another not

Most anguished hour

She casts the lot.

 

A satin stream

A guilded harp

A fractured stone

Is not as sharp.

 

She scatters sounds

Among the leaves

And sheds the dew

Down from the leaves.

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