I WONDER if the hawk knew Morning was different? He stood so long below the sun With the blue reins of the horizon In his beak. There was a vireo Hid in the hair of the mountain-side. I can recall his tuneless warble Because it wrote itself on oak-leaves Encrusted with gold of noon. Always I see its monotony Shining, Curved like words of water Over a bright ledge. . . . Afternoon tossed a storm over the mountain, Lost it in the valley. A chickadee hung by one claw Defying the probable . . . What was there in the day Made us so still? The mountain held us under clouds like sails. There was spray on the wind . . . spray on the inland wind. . . Or was it fire? Did you feel the heave of the earth, did you see flame Along the wind at sundown? Did you remember strangeness We had lived before? Oh love, my love, Now at last with you I can wonder: Now with you I can dream. Now wild earth flying Pours me mist of suns And darkness golden! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LAMPLIGHTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO FURIUS ON POVERTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |