Come In - Liva

As I came to the edge of the woods

Thrush music -- hark!

Now if it was dusk outside

Inside it was dark

Too dark in the woods for a bird

By sleight of wing

To better its perch for the night

Though it still could sing

The last of the light of the sun

That had died in the west

Still lived for one song more

In a thrush’s breast

Far in the pillared dark

Thrush music went --

Almost like a call to come in

To the dark and lament

But no, I was out for stars;

I would not come in

I meant not even if asked;

And I hadn’t been