Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Dark WingsJames Stephens
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Although on high, wide-winged above the day,
Chill evening broadens to immensity,
Sing while you may.
The hawk’s slant pinion buoys him terribly—
Thus near the end is of thy happy lay.
Dark wings shall cover up and hide away
Where no song stirs of bird or memory:
Sing while you may.