They are moving down the star-lanes, Down the star-lanes, curving under; They are plowing through the darkness Of the sky. And the beat of whirring pinions Makes a faintly sounding thunder That my heart awakes to answer As they fly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DYING SWAN by ALFRED TENNYSON A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN |