| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 348. Dark Wings |
| | | By James Stephens |
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| SING while you may, O bird upon the tree! | |
| Although on high, wide-winged above the day, | |
| Chill evening broadens to immensity, | |
| Sing while you may. | |
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| On thee, wide-hovering too, intent to slay, | 5 |
| The hawk’s slant pinion buoys him terribly— | |
| Thus near the end is of thy happy lay. | |
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| The day and thou and miserable me | |
| Dark wings shall cover up and hide away | |
| Where no song stirs of bird or memory: | 10 |
| Sing while you may. | |
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