'The Wild Duck'


			Twilight. Red in the West.
			Dimness. A glow on the wood.
			The teams plod home to rest.
			The wild duck comes to glean.
			O souls not understood.
			What a wild cry in the pool;
			What things have the farm ducks seen
			that they cry so - huddle & cry?
			Only the soul that goes.
			Eager, Eager. Flying.
			Over the globe of the moon,
			Over the wood that glows.
			Wings linked. Necks astrain.
			A rush and a wild crying.
			....................................
			A cry of the long pain
			In the reeds of a steel lagoon,
			In a land that no man knows.

					-John Masefield