John Bliven Morin
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Daedalus And Icarus, Page 1 Of 2
Daedalus watched the birds on high,
And wished that he could also fly;
But he did more than wish, bright man,
He studied wings and made a plan.
With Icarus, his son and heir,
Gathered feathers everywhere;
Made frames both strong and light,
Working steadily, day and night.
A thousand feathers for each wing,
Attached with wax and sap and string;
Leather straps to hold them tight,
Leather thongs to guide them right.
At last he proudly said, “My son,
With your help, our wings are done
And now we’ve only them to try;
With care, I think ...
The village youths lightheartedly
Dance to the tabor and the flute,
Dance to the piper and the lute,
To celebrate Midsummer’s Day.
Every lad with shining eyes
Looks upon each comely girl,
Looks at her with skirts a-whirl,
And he with longing, softly sighs.