O birds of the air''" ''aWild birds, buoyant, vagabond, light''" Streams may have taught you a stave; ''aBut how are ye born so sure of your flight Hence over worlds of the wave? ''aWhose mind remembers in yours as it weaves ''aSubtlest of houses to sway with the leaves? ''aWe have forgotten the land out of sight''" We build no house but the grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE TULIPS by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT THE PROLOGUE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON PHANTOMS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |