A TINY speck in the evening sky Nearer drawing across the main, She cleaves the path that the swallows fly Flecked by the sunset's crimson stain, Homeward winging in graceful flight As her feathered kin to the shore at night. Nearer, and out from the glory far Her song comes floating down the steep, As tho' she sang to each watching star A last good-night ere she sank to sleep, Whilst from the shadows pearly grey The horned moon shimmers across the bay. The great ships know of her vigil keen, Watching, watching the deeps below, Where a grim, grey death by them unseen May wait to launch her bolts of woe, And sailor prayers for the heroes rise Who man the watch-towers of the skies. Dreamy and slow is the song she sings Gliding down from her airy quest, Ever lower on slanting wings As the sea-bird wheels to its rocky nest, And ocean, as tho' by her song beguiled, Takes from the mother's arms their child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE BETWEEN WAND AND WELT by MARGARET AHO BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG MY ONLY TITLE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LULLABY by FRED EMERSON BROOKS A WOODLAND RHYME by ALEXANDER BROWN |