When God Brought Down The Birds Poem by james watkin

And then said He: "of my fancy
Unfold ye, feathered and flimsy.
Leaving my hand, that waves behind
Your buoyancy's velvet
Undulating carpet.

Wheel, be farcical, recreate
Round the axis of joys innate.
Be to song what a rainbow is
To florid hovering;
Blown pain-shades' heartening".

Greened and gladdened the Earth did shew
When spake Heaven: " I entrust you
With infant cherub's loveableness".
Eyry-snug, clasps she it.
Or elm-rocked. Wind, remit!