Blue Wings

Lyrics

Warm whisp'ring through the slender olive leaves Came to me a gentle sound Whisepring of a secret found In the clear sunshine 'mid the golden sheaves: Said it was sleeping for me in the morn Called it gladness, called it joy Drew me on -- "Come hither, boy" -- To where the blue wings rested on the corn I thought the gentle sound had whispered true, -- Thought the little heaven mine Leaned to clutch the thing divine And saw the blue wings melt within the blue!