I long To sweep the sky On the shoulders of the Night-wind, in search of hidden stars And purple mist. I pray For wings of birds That glisten in sunlight, And flutter over black hilltops Scattering songs. I go Alone, dreaming Where spurting winds steal great Blue-sheets of ocean tide roaring On some strange shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY A SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |