Requiem
Well, I saw a bird todayFlying from a bush,And the wind blew it away.
And the black-eyed mother sunScorched the butterfly at play,Velvet veined. I saw it burn.
With a wintry storm-blown sigh,A silver cloud blew right on by.And, taking in the morning, I sangO, Requiem.
Well, my lady told me: "Stay."I looked aside and walked awayAlong the Strand.
But I didn't say a word,As the train time-table blurredClose behind the taxi stand.
Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window,Fading into the traffic, - watched her go,And taking in the morning, heard myself singing:O, Requiem,Here I go again.It's the same old story.
Well, I saw a bird todayI looked aside and walked awayAlong the Strand.