Euphrosyne

Am I the harp before demand?
That mighty hand may still me
Or a flute that his breath
May pass through me

And then will I come to you
And then will I stand beside you
And then will my life be for you
And then will I walk beside you
And then will my death be for you
And then will come to you

Am I the flag in fluttering grace?
Alone and shows no colour
Or a bird of ambient light
That needs no other