{"id":437,"date":"2008-10-27T21:25:09","date_gmt":"2008-10-28T02:25:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=437"},"modified":"2008-10-27T21:29:42","modified_gmt":"2008-10-28T02:29:42","slug":"song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=437","title":{"rendered":"Song"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>I raised a fortress dark and tall<br \/>\nOf thick and solid stone<br \/>\nAnd hid myself behind the wall<br \/>\nI&#8217;d built to be alone<\/p>\n<p>One day a bird came into view<br \/>\nMost delicate of wing<br \/>\nBetween the fortress stones she flew<br \/>\nAnd she began to sing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Although she sang so bright and clear<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And sweetly all the day<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I turned away and would not hear<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; For song birds fly away<\/p>\n<p>Her song was pure and light as air<br \/>\nBut I was like the stone<br \/>\nCold, unmoving in my lair<br \/>\nFor other birds have flown<\/p>\n<p>Yet as the seasons drifted by<br \/>\nThe patient song bird stayed<br \/>\nHer singing seemed to sanctify<br \/>\nThe solitude I&#8217;d made<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Although she sang so bright and clear<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And sweetly all the day<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I turned away and would not hear<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; For song birds fly away<\/p>\n<p>Until one day I understood<br \/>\nHer song of pure delight<br \/>\nMy fortress disappeared for good<br \/>\nTransfigured into light<\/p>\n<p>And now at last I&#8217;ve come to see<br \/>\nThat I am not alone<br \/>\nShe sings to me and I am free<br \/>\nMy world no longer stone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And still she sings so bright and clear<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And sweetly all the day<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I turn to her, and hold her near<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; That we may fly away<br \/>\n<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I raised a fortress dark and tall Of thick and solid stone And hid myself behind the wall I&#8217;d built to be alone One day a bird came into view Most delicate of wing Between the fortress stones she flew And she began to sing &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Although she sang so bright and clear &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=437\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Song&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=437"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}