Dusk -- and you float, serene, Down to your resting place. Night. Now you fold your wings, Safe, where tall tules lace. Dawn. In the air you rise, Happy and free, to wing -- Death bursts a thousand ways, As guns so loudly ring. Peace from the marsh has fled, Lost is tranquility. Gone is your loving mate, Lonely your life would be. Sunset. The marsh is still; Lifeless, no more you rise. Folded your shining wing -- Only a hunter's prize! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |