[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