STREET SONGS: 4. THE MINSTREL by WALLACE STEVENS

The streets lead out into a mist
The streets lead out into a mist
Of daisies and of daffodils -
Of daisies and of daffodils -
A world of green and amethyst,
A world of green and amethyst,
Of seas and of uplifted hills.
Of seas and of uplifted hills.
There bird-songs are not lost in eaves,
There bird-songs are not lost in eaves,
Nor beaten down by cart and car,
Nor beaten down by cart and car,
But drifting sweetly through the leaves,
But drifting sweetly through the leaves,
They die upon the fields afar.
They die upon the fields afar.
Nor is the wind a broken thing
Nor is the wind a broken thing
That faints within hot prison cells,
That faints within hot prison cells,
But rises on a silver wing
But rises on a silver wing
From out among the heather bells.
From out among the heather bells.

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