CRESCENT-WING'D, sky-clean Hermit of pastures wild, Upland plover, shy-soul'd lover Of field ways undefiled! I watch your curve-tipt pinion glean — Slim as a scythe — the rusty green Reaches of sweet-fern cover That slant to your secret glade, But what you cull with your rhythmic blade What mortal can discover? Azure-born, gale-blown Gull of the billowy hills, My heart goes forth to see you hover So far from human sills, To hear your tweeting, shrill and lone, Make from the moorgrass such sharp moan As some unshriven lover, For you are sorrow-wise With memory, whose passions rise Whence no man may discover. Reticent, rare of song, Rears the shy soul its pain: You sought no cottage eave as cover To dole a dulcet plain; But swift, on pinions lithe and strong, You sought a place for your wild wrong God only might discover, And there God, calling, came, And flies with you in His white flame — Your wilding mate, O plover! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 24 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 19. THE HEART, LOVE'S BUTT by PHILIP AYRES THE PILGRIM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE |