From the green
hills, chant skylarks to skylarks,
The sweetest of the
hymns from dawns to dusks,
From hillside to
hillside flocking in the sky,
From dales to
dales, floating in high!
“In the heart of
your heart who still sings?
Still glows? Still
blooms? Swings and swings??
Who travels with
you unseen, unseen?
Making to smile
back to sweet seventeen??
Who sprays the
fragrance of yester years?
Echoing the fair
flute in your ears?
While waterfalls
rush from the lofty hills,
Changing pearls
gently sing which ever thrills?
Hearing the marvel,
the imprinted grace,
Who whispers among
olives, the melodious peace?”
From the green
hills, chant skylarks to skylarks,
The sweetest of the
hymns from dawns to dusks,
From hillside to
hillside, flocking in the sky,
From dales to
dales, floating in high!
“Who plunges you in
the memory pool?
Gracious, radiant,
gentle and cool?
Awaking the soul
towards the sunny day,
Where the youth waited
the footsteps gay....
Passing the ray,
the merriment evergreen,
While in the sky a
star seemed queen…
Who plays the harp,
in the core of your heart?
Lingering the
withered, never wanes the part,
The moon who lights
the luminous lamps,
Anonymous !
Anonymous among clouds like lambs !!”
