Song for a Vigil
The bells all suddenly are nine
Be light my leaf the dark is bold
Be light my leaf the dark is bold
Love hung all night on a sagging vine
His grape a burr, his leaf a spine,
But now the clocks arc ringing nine
His grape a burr, his leaf a spine,
But now the clocks arc ringing nine
Love shook all night in heavy cold,
His song a cry, his kisses old,
Be light my leaf the dark is bold
His song a cry, his kisses old,
Be light my leaf the dark is bold
He comes with feet as bare as mine
And helps me stamp the bitter wine,
For all the clocks are ringing nine.
And helps me stamp the bitter wine,
For all the clocks are ringing nine.
Be light my leaf the dark is bold.