Classic Poem

Bird, my bird, unwearied flying
Over the sands, over the sea—
Bird of Light, thou soul undying!
God that is not, yet shall be!

Bird, my bird, with eyes of morning,
Under the snow, under the night—
On! thou starry spirit, scorning
Refuge for the wings of light!

Bird, my bird, the day is breaking,
Over the sands, over the sea—
Rose beneath the darkness, waking
Summer's immortality!

Bird, my bird, I hear thee singing,
Over the waste, over the foam,
Clear and high, the far white-winging
Song of Freedom, flighting home!

Bird, my bird, unwearied flying
Over the sands, over the sea—
Soul of Liberty, undying!
God that is not, yet shall be!