Majestic bird, you soar through our-flung sky In search of conquest. Stars your company On granite cliffs, where ocean salt-winds cry. You bravely wing through space in ecstasy From dazzling dawn until the twilight's gray Of years. Above the forest heights you sweep To rock-bound lands, on lone uncharted way, Your choice a haven on some windy steep. Stern pioneers once symbolized your name, Pronounced you, "King of birds," and sang your praise; Your image on gold coins is futile fame— For still, imperial bird, the hunter slays! Shall you, unconquered spirit of our land, The Nation's Symbol, die by vandal hand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SOUTH COUNTRY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |