Swift-winged and white-silenced, each day is a bird With plumage translucent, pinions of gold That quiver and pulse in life's tensile hold While all earth seems listening to songs yet unheard. Days filled with planning, hoping and doing Speeding and racing as though in the distance Young carolers waited in joyous reviewing A happy chanson to waft to existence. A year or a lifetime, days lose all count For only by growth of man's inner soul Can time be conquered and youth find its fount, The pattern validified, perfect and whole. Why mourn for years that have flown lightly by, Tomorrow you, also, may learn you can fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL |