Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Birds of PassageFlight the First. Birds of Passage
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From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.
Of the poet’s songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of wingèd words.
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime.
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.