The Pacific Monthly/Volume 4/Flight of the Birds

by Adelaide Pugh

Flight of the Birds.

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Gaily whirling,
Swiftly swirling,
Dipping low o’er rippling streams;
Mounting higher,
Flitting nigher,
To the home of bright sunbeams.

Tilting slightly,
Poising lightly,
On the slender waving reeds;
Blithely soaring,
Music pouring,
Over flower-dotted meads.

Sportive racing,
Gleeful facing,
Wild pranks of the merry breeze;
Fleetly darting,
Quickly parting,
Slowly floating ’mong the trees.

Closer winging,
Louder singing,
Speed the wand’rers on their way,
While o’er mountain
And o’er fountain
Faintly rings their parting lay!

—Adelaide Pugh