Once I was part of the music I heard <br />On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky, <br />For joy of the beating of wings on high <br />My heart shot into the breast of the bird. <br /> <br />I hear it now and I see it fly, <br />And a life in wrinkles again is stirred, <br />My heart shoots into the breast of the bird, <br />As it will for sheer love till the last long sigh.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-in-age/
