Vol. 2. / 180.) The Sound of Colour

From the verandah, late, I looked up

A familiar view, but oh, so different

Sound was in it, though all was still

Sound at play, and playing, in and all

Around me and as if I was a part of it

There was a sound in blue --- just as

There was in yellow: the sky declared it

And where it would blend the two together

There the sound of green --- the leaves

Whispering it on the evening breeze

Sharp caught my breath as I heard red

There was a break in it the dahlias sang

Of red and blue and yellow all the world

Was made, and in their mixing in the view

There a perfect symphony of sound

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