The Night Bird A Myth
A floating, a
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing
Upon the topmost tree
A floating, a
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing
Upon the topmost tree
I climbed up the karaka
Into a nest all made of
But soft as feathers
I made up a song that went on singing all by
Now Let's look for birds
The tall iron branches in the forest,
The dense fertility on the ground
The world is wet
On waters, spread without end,
Dressed with the sunset so purple,
It sings and prophesies for land,
Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple… The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims,
CrowI detest the Carrion Crow
(He's a raven, don't you know
) He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,
And his sanctimonious
There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten
He says the early petal-fall...
I heard a bird at dawn Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn, And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me
I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me That the dew was on t...
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in
And ate the fellow, raw.
Once on a time from all the Circles
Between the steadfast Earth and rolling
The Birds, of all Note,
Plumage, and Degree,
The bird with the dark plumes in my blood,
That never for one moment however I patched my
Consented to make peace with the people,
It is pitiful now to watch her pleasure In a breath of
Little Bird In The Oak Tree
Up the the old oak tree
Sat a little bird singing to me
He sang a beautiful little song
A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,