Sun Blossoms

Sky-Birds

UNDER the shadow of a giant tree
Voices of sky-birds are heard,
Sun-white soul's of a gold infinity
To a lustrous music stirred.

With a flaming beauty they are draped
And with starry wings of Death,
By some miracle-hand they are shaped,
Dew-drops of heaven's pearled breath.

Upon rocks of drowsy height their seat,
They with earth's lone spirit commune,
Pouring from their heart's luminous-rhythmed beat
Songs of a magic-hearted moon.

Birds of Vision, fraught with heavenly treasure,
Brimming with a diamond peace,
Fill our yearning vastness with the measure
Of your unhorizoned seas.

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