HEAVEN is in my hand, and I Touch a heart-beat of the sky, Hearing a blackbird's cry. Strange, beautiful, unquiet thing, Lone flute of God, how can you sing Winter to spring? You have outdistanced every voice and word, And given my spirit wings until it stirred Like youa bird! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS THE UNKNOWN GOD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 5 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN JUNIOR YEAR by WILLIAM GRANT BARNEY PSALM 140 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |