WANDERLUST

The birds were beating north again with faint and starry cries

Along their ancient highway that spans the midnight skies,

And out across the rush of wings my heart went crying too,

Straight for the morning's windy walls and lakes of misted blue.

They gave me place among them, for well they understood

The magic wine of April working madness in my blood,

And we were kin in thought and dream as league by league together

We kept that pace of straining wings across the starry weather.

The dim blue tides of Fundy, green slopes of Labrador

Slid under us... our course was set for earth's remotest shore;

But tingling through the ether and searching star by star

A lonely voice went crying that drew me down from far.

Farewell, farewell, my brothers! I see you far away

Go drifting down the sunset across the last green bay,

But I have found the haven of this lonely heart and wild —

My falconer has called me — I am prisoned by a child.