Fair banks and hills about us lay, they rise along the river-side;
where sun and color soon retire,
and fade from view all light of day.
I’ll steal some red from cardinal crest,
and pillage blue from bluebird nape;
palm iridescent hues and shades,
and throw them in a bowl awhile.
To stir, and knead, and soon return,
the vivid touches of the day.
Lest as the darkness cover all,
my heart would miss this river so.
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