II. Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow
VI. Wood Song

I heard a wood thrush in the dusk
   Twirl three notes and make a star --
My heart that walked with bitterness
   Came back from very far.

Three shining notes were all he had,
   And yet they made a starry call --
I caught life back against my breast
   And kissed it, scars and all.