I would I were a wide-winged hawk, beloved, With all the silence of thy peaks my own, Hovering above thy fragrant sun-steeped valleys Or on salt winds from height to headland blown. I would I were a little wind of night-time-- All the great winds blow through the upper skies-- But I would wander where through dew-starred myrtle, Like faint moon flames, thy secret thoughts arise. I would I were a falling star, beloved, One of a host exultant, swift and free; Then would I burn the sundering leagues of darkness And, flaming to thy heart, be lost in thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK NATURE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER |