Suddenly

Suddenly flickered a flame, Suddenly fluttered a wing: What, can a dead bird sing? Somebody spoke your name.

Suddenly fluttered a wing, Sounded a voice, the same, Somebody spoke your name: Oh, the remembering!

Sounded a voice, the same, Song of the heart's wild Spring, Oh, the remembering: Which of us was to blame?

Song of the heart's wild Spring, Wings that still flutter, lame, Which of us was to blame? — God, the slow withering!