Let the Rain Fall: Hey Bostan!

SONG FOR AN APRIL DUSK

"Tell me tales of a lilied pool,
Asleep beneath the sun.
Tell me of woodlands deep and cool,
When chuckling satyrs run.
Tell me, in light and tinkling words,
Of rippling, little streams.
Tell me of radiant-breasted birds,
Who sing their amorous dreams.
Tell of the doomed butterfly,
That flings his hours away.
Fated to live and love and die
Before the death of day

Tell me tales of the moon-pale sprites,
Whose beauty none may know.
Tell one of secret, silver nights,
When great red stars are low.
Tell of the virgin spring, the fair,
Who roams the circling years.
Raindrops strung in her fragrant hair,
Her eyes a-mist with tears.
Tell me of elves, who leap to kiss,
who trip the velvet sword.
Tell me stories of things like tis,
The things I adore"*

* the last verse is changed from the original.

Let the Rain Fall

Monday, May 18, 2009

Hey Bostan!

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