 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
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A rushing of wings in the dawn,
A flight of birds in the sky!
The darkness of night withdrawn,
In an outburst of melody!
A flight of birds in the sky!
The darkness of night withdrawn,
In an outburst of melody!
O birds through the heaven that soar
With such tumult of jubilant song!
The shadows are flying before,
For the rapture of life is strong,
With such tumult of jubilant song!
The shadows are flying before,
For the rapture of life is strong,
And my spirit leaps to the light
On the wings of its hope new-born,
And I follow your radiant flight
Through the golden halls of morn!
On the wings of its hope new-born,
And I follow your radiant flight
Through the golden halls of morn!
| The poems of Celia Thaxter | |