Classic Poem

Wings go through the night, outspeeding earth toward dawn.
After many hours the night is moved to speak:
" What are you, solitary eagle? "
" The thought of man. "
" Eagle, your wings are blackened with old flame. "
" From the temples of Hathor at Denderah I beheld Eltanin rise. "
" Where in illimitable space might be your eyrie? "
" The eyrie is illimitable space. "