Eagle Wings

I would be an eagle



High, wide immensity.

But time's merciless scissors

Clipped my pinions:

The ancient raven


Perching on the rim of desire,

Mocked me,

Shocked me

With its hollow "Nevermore!"

With the first wailing of my "swan song",

A lotus-pool

Still, cool,

Drew my far eyes--

In its crystal depths

Was cloud-high sky ...

And eagle wings.