RIDING against the east, A veering, steady shadow Purrs the motor-call Of the man-bird Ready with the death-laughter In his throat And in his heart always The love of the big blue beyond. Only a man, A far fleck of shadow on the east Sitting at ease With his hands on a wheel And around him the large gray wings. Hold him, great soft wings, Keep and deal kindly, O wings, With the cool, calm shadow at the wheel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN ADOWN WINDING NITH by ROBERT BURNS ROMANCE by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT VERSES UNDER A PRINT, REPRESENTING CHRIST IN THE MIDST OF THE DOCTORS by JOHN BYROM |