Along dim lanes lit only by the stars These catapults of nature volley on. Beneath night's far flung, tenuous cloud-bars They breast the north wind, racing with the dawn. With sibilant, rhythmic swish of mighty wings, In splendid solitude the gray geese go. Hurtling triumphant over earth-bound things, Seeking a haven which they only know. Far overhead, a phantom, fading wedge, Their gong-like notes beating against the sky, They hasten to the distant reeds and sedge, The cloistered lake, the sheltering hills nearby. Like galleons which drift into a bay, They gently drop to rest at break of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARASITICS: TO CERTAIN POETS by CONRAD AIKEN SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR |