OWHAT a miracle wind is this Has crossed the English land to-day With an unprecedented kiss, And wonderfully found a way! Unsmirched incredibly and clean, Between the towns and factories, Avoiding, has his long flight been, Bringing a sky like Sicily's. O fine escape, horizon pure As Rome's! Black chimneys left and right, But not for him, the straight, the sure, His luminous day, his spacious night. How keen his choice, how swift his feet! Narrow the way and hard to find! This delicate stepper and discreet Walked not like any worldly wind. Most like a man in man's own day, One of the few, a perfect one: His open earth -- the single way; His narrow road -- the open sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG |