HaRPSiCHoRD: preview chapter 1
‘You know who I am,’ he says.
The speaker is an angel. A golden and yellow lady-bird sits on his left shoulder. He closes his eyes and moves his lips. ‘It’s time we should be going.’
The evening sun shines gently
Upon these quiet meadows
Radiating rest and bliss
Upon every creature
It draws light and shade
Upon the flower-strewn field
And on the green grass
The crystalline dew sparkles
Here in the play of breezes
By the happy choir of birds
Profound feelings of rapture climb
In my breast
I breathe sweet joy
Into my head
And grief and sorrow fly from me
Into the mild evening glow
To you, who spread the glow of dusk
About the heavens
And send sweet night-sounds
Across this meadow
To you I devote this heart
Suffused with pure gratitude
It will still throb joyously
Even if once life begins to flee