Sing while you may, O bird upon the tree !
Although on high, wide - winged above the day
Chill evening broadens to immensity ;
Sing while you may.
Although on high, wide - winged above the day
Chill evening broadens to immensity ;
Sing while you may.
On thee, wide-hovering too, intent to slay,
The hawk's slant pinion buoys him terribly :
Thus near the end is of thy happy lay.
The hawk's slant pinion buoys him terribly :
Thus near the end is of thy happy lay.
The day and thou and miserable me
Dark wings shall cover up and hide away
Where no song stirs of bird or memory ;
Sing while you may.
Dark wings shall cover up and hide away
Where no song stirs of bird or memory ;
Sing while you may.
Songs From The Clay [1915]
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