Migration
The dawn is dizzy with birds:
Summer's last handful scattered wide,
Summer's last pennies sung aside!
Summer's last handful scattered wide,
Summer's last pennies sung aside!
Jingle of birds in the dawn:
Hedges and bushes in beggared need,
Lifting brown hands with a desolate greed!
Hedges and bushes in beggared need,
Lifting brown hands with a desolate greed!
Spendthrift content in the dawn:
Squandered uncounted across the sky,
But into no purse will these winged coins fly!
Squandered uncounted across the sky,
But into no purse will these winged coins fly!
The dawn is a resolute path
Of irresolute flight and dim half-tunes—
But I am a miser of hoarded Junes!
Of irresolute flight and dim half-tunes—
But I am a miser of hoarded Junes!
The dawn is dizzy with birds.