To A Marsh Hawk In Spring Poem by Henry David Thoreau
To A Marsh Hawk In Spring
There is health in thy gray wing,
Health of nature’s furnishing.
Say, thou modern-winged antique,
Was thy mistress ever sick?
In each heaving of thy wing
Thou dost health and leisure bring,
Thou dost waive disease and pain
And resume new life again.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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4/16/2024 3:53:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery not funny