A Poet's Lyre-In Gowan Ring

[ti:A Poet's Lyre] [ar:In Gowan Ring] [al:Hazel Steps Throug A Weathered] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]A Poet's Lyre - In Gowan Ring [01:05.92]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre [01:13.05]Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar [01:20.05]Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words [01:27.25]Scattering whispers in your nettled hood [01:34.65]Would they fall to a weathered home [01:41.45]With branches of arms for a laden pillow [01:48.70]And years wrought of withering laurels [01:52.15] [01:55.81]Blossoms now on the apple boughs [02:01.18] [02:02.94]Stars are near to the shaded arbor [02:10.22]Once a hand could touch [02:17.54]Wherefore the other will search [03:08.80]Childhood made a Poet's Lyre [03:16.06]Heart enfolded in wings of black bird [03:23.47]Could they fly on feathers borne [03:30.05]When lips salute the Hazel's Horn [03:37.70]Or would they crawl through a weathered home [03:44.46]Should lips encumber a mordant moan [03:52.36]Bent to the wind's whistling word [03:59.72]What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth [04:07.47]What cloistered heart to hold the black earth [04:15.12]Once a hand could touch [04:22.61]Wherefore the other will search