I wish I could fly,
Fly, up, up, up and away
In that warm and unstill sky
Like that strong eagle, so gay.
Oh well as all the buntings do!
With my feather flashing wine,
in the orange paint of sun;
How long will I long and pine
That from the purplest rayon:
Looking down, down at the earth?
Observing hidden evil deeds
Of men___watching their toils
I could show which sows seeds,
Or ill-weeds upon the soil;
So scorn of truth for lies might halt.
I wish I could fly,
Fly high, to join those broods
On toppest mountains so high,
Picking my grains from redwoods
As joyful as withno swink nor haste.
I wish I could fly,
Fly above, the oceans' waive:
Throwing my game in zephyr and tide
Time when summer is gone, I dive
And sojourn in place unknown to men.
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