William Rose Benet

(1886-1950 / United States)

The Falconer Of God

I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.
I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!
   I shall start a heron soon
   In the marsh beneath the moon --
A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings,
   Rising and crying
   Wordless, wondrous things;
The secret of the stars, of the world's heart-strings,
   The answer to their woe.

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