love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In cry of lionel loneliness that she should know, must Martha feel. For only her he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where. Somewhere.
― Co‑me, thou lost one! Co‑me thou dear one!
Alone.
- One love.
- One hope.
- One comfort me.
Martha, chestnote, return.
― Come!
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out