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“To Frances Marion I’ve made a song for you Drawn from the stones that lie in shadowed pools Moss sealing their lips I’ve made a song for you Taken from things that wake at starlight Lain-quiet in the Blue; And from the ferns that sleep Deep in a cline by day; And from the wind that bears the seed of Gorse by night; And from my cagéd heart that cries Soundless, behind its silver bars, I’ve made a song for you. From all the silent things of day, From all the quiet things of night, I’ve made this song for you. Lorna Moon 25 Feb 1929 (unpublished poem)” — Lorna Moon
To Frances Marion
I’ve made a song for you
Drawn from the stones that lie in shadowed pools
Moss sealing their lips
I’ve made a song for you
Taken from things that wake at starlight
Lain-quiet in the Blue;
And from the ferns that sleep
Deep in a cline by day;
And from the wind that bears the seed of Gorse by night;
And from my cagéd heart that cries
Soundless, behind its silver bars,
I’ve made a song for you.
From all the silent things of day,
From all the quiet things of night,
I’ve made this song for you.
Lorna Moon 25 Feb 1929 (unpublished poem)