Wheresoever she was, there was Eden

Marriage is wonderful. Life is busy. I never get quite as much sleep as I'm sure I need. Time for Robert Frost.


Never again

by Robert Frost

He would declare and could himself believe
 That the birds there in all the garden round
  From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
 Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.

Admittedly an eloquence so soft
 Could only have had an influence on birds
 When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.

Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
 Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.

 Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.