by Mary Gunderson
No verse, no song, no word can describe,
the beauty and wonder of Fucius, the Humming Bird that cries.
I sit as silence here, I wait for you to near,
alone you come, oh delight your soul,
in sweet things that are dear.
Like I! Like I! I say;
It is is sorrow red that captures our taste.
I greet you now to share this likeness,
leaves dancing under your wings, you turn to listen.
Like I! Like I! you say;
I stand within the air to let you gaze upon,
Fucius, you call me, with that I cry.
No verse, no song, no word can describe,
this person, this Mary, here by my side.
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