Song in Air
J. Goble
Like a rainbow,
All the color,
All the music,
And all the touch, —
She suddenly risesOver the breast of shadow.
How the world turns to a song!
She is liberation and life,
Hers is a nerve-thrill,
Not a thought or truth.
Mystically she breathes in and out
Art (let me call it so):
And when she more suddenly falls,
What a song-lost world!