Warm whisp'ring through the slender olive leaves <br />Came to me a gentle sound, <br />Whis'pring of a secret found <br />In the clear sunshine 'mid the golden sheaves: <br /> <br />Said it was sleeping for me in the morn, <br />Called it gladness, called it joy, <br />Drew me on 'Come hither, boy.' <br />To where the blue wings rested on the corn. <br /> <br />I thought the gentle sound had whispered true <br />Thought the little heaven mine, <br />Leaned to clutch the thing divine, <br />And saw the blue wings melt within the blue!<br /><br />George Eliot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-wings/
