Night-Fliers

HE birds that soar break

Like heavy bodies hurled!

Not so the birds of

They move as in a

On which they touch

How patterned their flight!

The owl, the whippoorwill!

And like volcano's

His plumes all

Black mirrors are his eyes(The owl's).

They'll fill with

What time will come the

As from tongues taut with dews(The whippoorwills).

What

Are in their day-lost world,

What motions and what hues!