I would be an eagle
Soaring,
Exploring
High, wide immensity.
But time's merciless scissors
Clipped my pinions:
The ancient raven
Craven,
Perching on the rim of desire,
Mocked me,
Shocked me
With its hollow "Nevermore!"
With the first wailing of my "swan song",
A lotus-pool
Still, cool,
Drew my far eyes--
In its crystal depths
Was cloud-high sky ...
And eagle wings.
