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The Mynah By Chelsea Younglove, 8th Grade Weary are her wings As she flies down to the sea Lending her no strength to reckon With impending truth in dreams She was a jolly jackdaw once That widow by the sea Now she is a mynah-bird who repeats, repeats, repeats “Where is my handsome eagle, Who has flown out o’er the sea? Will he return with gold in claw To share his catch with me?” Asks the mynah, mynah, mynah who repeats, repeats, repeats Garbed in plumage funeral black, How it has dulled with age Her lovely melodies intoned, Now fled from inland stage But the mynah, mynah, mynah who repeats, repeats, repeats Seems content enough to sing alone Down by the rhythmic sea “Where is my handsome eagle, Who has flown out o’er the sea? Has he found a swan or harrier To love in place of me?” Cries the mynah, mynah, mynah she repeats, repeats, repeats How yellowed and dry, her hollow face Now streaked with ash and sorrow And rasping voice no longer sings Of romances or tomorrows But the mynah, mynah, mynah who repeats, repeats, repeats Rejoices in her solitude As she waits out by the sea “Where is my handsome eagle, Who has flown out o’er the sea? Is he lost and still returning, Perhaps thrown by rains that weep?” Groans the mynah, mynah, mynah who repeats, repeats, repeats Dreary as the vulture Fragile as the dove Forsaken by her sailor Her heart betrayed by love That is the lonely mynah With no time to drink or eat She mourns beside a constant sea and repeats, repeats, repeats “There is my handsome eagle, Who has long since flown o’er sea. He has found a vast and endless sky To love in place of me!” Screams the mynah, mynah, mynah now loathing to repeat “Long has my beloved Traversed the sunrise gold, Long has he left me here alone To wither and turn old “Well, I will never have it! Long have I loved the sea! And long will I dwell In the bottomless swells That long have cried to me!” Then silent falls the mynah-bird— Into the rhythmic sea |
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