I FLUNG my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! I shall start a heron soon In the marsh beneath the moon -- A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings, Rising and crying Wordless, wondrous things; The secret of the stars, of the world's heart-strings The answer to their woe. Then stoop thou upon him, and grip and hold him so!" My wild soul waited on as falcons hover. I beat the reedy fens as I trampled past. I heard the mournful loon In the marsh beneath the moon. And then with feathery thunder -- the bird of my desire Broke from the cover Flashing silver fire. High up among the stars I saw his pinions spire. The pale clouds gazed aghast As my falcon stooped upon him, and gripped and held him fast. My soul dropped through the air -- with heavenly plunder? -- Gripping the dazzling bird my dreaming knew? Nay! but a piteous freight, A dark and heavy weight Despoiled of silver plumage, its voice forever stilled, -- All of the wonder Gone that ever filled Its guise with glory. Oh, bird that I have killed, How brilliantly you flew Across my rapturous vision when first I dreamed of you! Yet I fling my soul on high with new endeavor, And I ride the world below with a joyful mind. @3I shall start a heron soon In the marsh beneath the moon -- A wondrous silver heron its inner darkness fledges!@1 I beat forever The fens and the sedges. The pledge is still the same -- for all disastrous pledges, All hopes resigned! My soul still flies above me for the quarry it shall find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WELT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |