Ah! bird poised motionless on high,
On wind and wing, a steady pair
That lofts you halfway here to there
And keeps you soaring on the sky.
Do you look up to see the sun
All ringed around with crystal bow?
Or downward here, where creatures go
On stouter limb, on earth to run?
Or is your gaze on future set
To know the hour and days ahead?
Or to the past where, it is said,
Lives all of wisdom, all regret?
And when you fly, en masse, as one,
How could you not express the heart,
The greater soul, the soundless art
Of symphony in every tone!
Oh! Would that I could have your view
To aid and complement my own
And see the world as All and One,
As truly old, as freely new.