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Poem by William Cullen Bryant


To a Waterfowl


     Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
     Thy solitary way?

     Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,
     The figure floats along.

     Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
     On the chafed ocean side?

     There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast Ч
The desert and illimitable air Ч
     Lone wandering, but not lost.

     All day thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
     Though the dark night is near.

     And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
     Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.

     Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
     And shall not soon depart.

     He who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
     Will lead my steps aright.



                      William Cullen Bryant


William Cullen Bryant's other poems:
  1. A Forest Hymn
  2. Mutation
  3. I Broke the Spell That Held Me Long
  4. The Evening Wind
  5. The Prairies


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