LIGHT-WINGED Smoke, Icarian bird, <br />Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, <br />Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn, <br />Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; <br />Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form <br />Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; <br />By night star-veiling, and by day <br />Darkening the light and blotting out the sun; <br />Go thou my incense upward from this hearth, <br />And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.<br /><br />Henry David Thoreau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-winged-smoke/
