Faithless bird of the white down. Your healing gaze tarries with kings. My villein cry falls to the shadow valleys. But to expiring hope you sing a note to lift my ear. And I rise once more to find you.
Caladrius. Caladrius. Faithless bird of the white down. You heal but you turn your head. You turn your head from me.
Carry my sickness. Look upon my malady. Fly it away to expiring stars.
I call and you silence. I wander and you secret.
Your siren note resonates eternal. Forth from a fleshy wingéd thing. The impossible bound in dove. Where did you learn this song, faithless bird? How did you learn my name?
Your eye is the road to rest. Gaze it once on me.
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