Sky-Birds

UNDER the shadow of a giant tree

Voices of sky-birds are heard,

Sun-white souls of a gold in
nity

To a lustrous music stirred.

With a aming beauty they are draped

And with starry wings of Death,

By some miracle-hand they are shaped,

Dew-drops of heavens pearled breath.

Upon rocks of drowsy height their seat,

They with earths lone spirit commune,

Pouring from their hearts luminous-rhythmed beat

Songs of a magic-hearted moon.

Birds of Vision, fraught with heavenly treasure,

Brimming with a diamond peace,

Fill our yearning vastness with the measure

Of your unhorizoned seas.

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