Cast out,
Silver nets on starry ponds,
Catching dreams darting by,
Plucking shafts of moonlight,
Singing the old songs,
That breathe time into the air,
And let fisherman grow old,
While their stories only grow.
Cast out,
Silver nets on starry ponds,
Catching dreams darting by,
Plucking shafts of moonlight,
Singing the old songs,
That breathe time into the air,
And let fisherman grow old,
While their stories only grow.
Discarded Recollections 