Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MARCH MAGIC, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY



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First Line: Once more the fickle birds return
Last Line: A magic wisp of moon.
Subject(s): Birds; Magic; March (month); Sea; Ocean


Once more the fickle birds return
Across the sloping seas,
And strew the tender fields again
With their old melodies.

The sky is magic as the month,
Low sun, high stars between,
The icy winds have washed it clear;
But it, too, dreams of green.

The boats are breathing on the sea;
They cannot wait for men;
Some undertide has brought them word
Straight from a blue-starred fen.

Unpiloted they steal away,
No man shall see them soon,
The sea birds follow but a mile,
Then leave them to the moon.

We, too, shall steal upon the spring
With amber sails blown wide;
Shall drop, some day, behind the moon,
Borne on a star-blue tide.

Enchanted ports we, too, shall touch,
Cadiz or Cameroon;
Nor other pilot need besides
A magic wisp of moon.





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