Adventurous bird walking upon the air, Like a schoolboy running and loitering, leaping       and springing, Pensively pausing, suddenly changing your mind To turn at ease on the heel of a wing-tip. Where In all the crystalline world was there to find For your so delicate walking and airy winging A floor so perfect, so firm and so fair, And where a ceiling and walls so sweetly ringing, Whenever you sing, to your clear singing?
The wide-winged soul itself can ask no more The Bird by Edwin Muir |