A wedge of wild geese, poised in soaring gleams Of argent light crossing a darkening sky; Close kin in perfection of rhythm to the high Celestial swing that so motionless seems. With confidence in universal schemes, They journey as they feel drawn -- to live or die -- They fly as instinct urges without a sigh Or the presumption of individual dreams. And as I watch, instinctively toward you My hopes, with love as spearhead, bravely fly To invade your heart: still confidence I lack. Should we find no welcome in this homeland new -- Should we find rather that instinct may lie -- Then how lonely and long the journey back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |