Poem by Henry David Thoreau

Smoke

Light-winged smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the Gods to pardon this clear flame.

1. The Atlantides
2. Sic Vita
3. Inspiration
4. What's the Railroad to Me?
5. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

Ella Wilcox Smoke ("Last summer, lazing by the sea")

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