The Annunciation Part IV

       Solo and Chorus
Let number and weight rejoice 
In this hour of their translation 
Into conscious happiness: 
For the whole in every part, 
The truth at the proper centre 
(There's a Way. There's a Voice.) 
Of language and distress
Is recognised in her heart 
Singing and dancing.

Let even the great rejoice. 
Though buffeted by admirers 
And arrogant as noon,
The rich and the lovely have seen 
For an infinitesimal moment 
(There's a Way. There's a Voice.) 
In another's eye till their own 
Reflection came between,
Singing and dancing.

Let even the small rejoice
Though threatened from purple rostra 
And dazed by the soldier's drum 
Proclaiming total defeat,
The general loquacious Public 
(There's a Way. There's a Voice.) 
Have been puzzled and struck dumb, 
Hearing in every street
Singing and dancing.

Let even the young rejoice 
Lovers at their betrayal 
Weeping alone in the night, 
Have fallen asleep as they heard, 
Though too far off to be certain 
(There's a Way. There's a Voice.) 
They had not imagined it, 
Sounds that made grief absurd, 
Singing and dancing.

Let even the old rejoice
The Bleak and the Dim, abandoned 
By impulse and regret,
Are startled out of their lives; 
For to footsteps long expected 
(There's a Way. There's a Voice.) 
Their ruins echo, yet
The Demolisher arrives 
Singing and dancing.