Now no-one will be listening to songs

Now no-one will be listening to songs.

The days long prophesied have come to pass.

The world has no more miracles.

Don't

My heart, song, but be still: you are the last.

Not long ago you took your morning

With all a swallow's free accomplishment.

Now that you are a hungry beggar-woman,

Don't go knocking at the stranger's gate.