WITH WAVES AND WINGSWaves and Wings and Growing Things!As through the gladden sight ye flowAnd flit and glow,Ye win me soIn soul to go,I too am waves, I too am wings,And kindred motion in me springs.With thee I pass, glad growing grass!—I climb the air with lissome mien;Unsheathing keenThe vivid sheenOf springing green,I thrill the crude, exalt the crassFine-flex’d and fluent from Earth’s mass.And impulse craves with thee, Sea Waves!—To make all mutable the floorOf Earth’s firm shore,With flashing pourWhose brimming o’erImpassion’d motion loves and lavesAnd livens sombre slumbering caves.Then soaring where the wild birds fare,My song would sweep the windy lyreOf Heaven’s choir,Pulsing desireFor starry fire,Abashing chilling vagues of airWith throbbing of warm breasts that dare!CHARLOTTE PORTER
Waves and Wings and Growing Things!As through the gladden sight ye flowAnd flit and glow,Ye win me soIn soul to go,I too am waves, I too am wings,And kindred motion in me springs.With thee I pass, glad growing grass!—I climb the air with lissome mien;Unsheathing keenThe vivid sheenOf springing green,I thrill the crude, exalt the crassFine-flex’d and fluent from Earth’s mass.And impulse craves with thee, Sea Waves!—To make all mutable the floorOf Earth’s firm shore,With flashing pourWhose brimming o’erImpassion’d motion loves and lavesAnd livens sombre slumbering caves.Then soaring where the wild birds fare,My song would sweep the windy lyreOf Heaven’s choir,Pulsing desireFor starry fire,Abashing chilling vagues of airWith throbbing of warm breasts that dare!
CHARLOTTE PORTER