Wings that flutter in sunny air; Wings that dive and dip and dare; Wings of the humming-bird flashing by; Wings of the lark in the purple sky; Wings of the eagle aloft, aloof; Wings of the pigeon upon the roof; Wings of the storm-bird, swift and free, With wild winds sweeping across the sea— Often and often a voice in me sings— Oh for the freedom, the freedom of wings! —Mary F. Butts. |