HERE I'd come when weariest! Here the breast Of the Windberg's tufted over Deep with bracken; here his crest Takes the west, Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover. Silent here are lark and plover; In the cover Deep below, the cushat best Loves his mate, and croons above her O'er their nest, Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover. Bring me here, Life's tired-out guest, To the blest Bed that waits the weary rover, -- Here should failure be confest; Ends my quest, Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover! ENVOY Friend, or stranger kind, or lover, Ah, fulfil a last behest, Let me rest Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON |