THE PASSENGER PIGEONS
Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air,The old-time heralds of our old-time Springs?Once, when we heard the thunder of your wings,We looked upon the world—and Spring was there.One time your armies swept across the sky,Your feathered millions in a mighty marchFilling with life and music all the archWhere now a lonely swallow flutters by.Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air?In what far land? What undiscovered place?Ye may have found the refuge of the raceThat mortals visit but in dream and prayer.Perhaps in some blest land ye wing your flight,Now undisturbed by murder and by greed,And there await the coming of the freedWho shall emerge, like ye, from earth and night.
Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air,The old-time heralds of our old-time Springs?Once, when we heard the thunder of your wings,We looked upon the world—and Spring was there.One time your armies swept across the sky,Your feathered millions in a mighty marchFilling with life and music all the archWhere now a lonely swallow flutters by.Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air?In what far land? What undiscovered place?Ye may have found the refuge of the raceThat mortals visit but in dream and prayer.Perhaps in some blest land ye wing your flight,Now undisturbed by murder and by greed,And there await the coming of the freedWho shall emerge, like ye, from earth and night.
Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air,The old-time heralds of our old-time Springs?Once, when we heard the thunder of your wings,We looked upon the world—and Spring was there.
Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air,
The old-time heralds of our old-time Springs?
Once, when we heard the thunder of your wings,
We looked upon the world—and Spring was there.
One time your armies swept across the sky,Your feathered millions in a mighty marchFilling with life and music all the archWhere now a lonely swallow flutters by.
One time your armies swept across the sky,
Your feathered millions in a mighty march
Filling with life and music all the arch
Where now a lonely swallow flutters by.
Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air?In what far land? What undiscovered place?Ye may have found the refuge of the raceThat mortals visit but in dream and prayer.
Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air?
In what far land? What undiscovered place?
Ye may have found the refuge of the race
That mortals visit but in dream and prayer.
Perhaps in some blest land ye wing your flight,Now undisturbed by murder and by greed,And there await the coming of the freedWho shall emerge, like ye, from earth and night.
Perhaps in some blest land ye wing your flight,
Now undisturbed by murder and by greed,
And there await the coming of the freed
Who shall emerge, like ye, from earth and night.