Later Poems of Alexander Anderson "Surfaceman": Edited with a Biographical Sketch, by Alexander Brown: A New Edition |
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THE DOVE. |
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THE DOVE.
A dove went up, and struck the air
Impatiently with all her wing;
I said, “O bird thy journeying
Is like the flight of thought. But where,
Impatiently with all her wing;
I said, “O bird thy journeying
Is like the flight of thought. But where,
“In all the regions of the sky,
When weary, and you wish to roam
No longer, do you find a home?”
And meekly did the dove reply—
When weary, and you wish to roam
No longer, do you find a home?”
And meekly did the dove reply—
“I own no fancy; I am free,
And, shooting through the yielding air,
I look and find that all is fair,
And beautiful and sweet to me.
And, shooting through the yielding air,
I look and find that all is fair,
And beautiful and sweet to me.
“And wish, when tired, no sweeter rest
Than drooping down with folded wing
Within a wood whose shadows cling
Across the river's dreaming breast.”
Than drooping down with folded wing
Within a wood whose shadows cling
Across the river's dreaming breast.”
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“Well said, O bird, whose days are rife
With all the peace of rest and love,
And linked to quiet things that move
Around the orb of poet-life.”
With all the peace of rest and love,
And linked to quiet things that move
Around the orb of poet-life.”
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