THE birds that soar break space <br />Like heavy bodies hurled! <br />Not so the birds of night <br />They move as in a sphere <br />On which they touch always <br />How patterned their flight! <br />The owl, the whippoorwill! <br /> <br />And like volcano's ash <br />His plumes all cinderous <br />Black mirrors are his eyes <br />(The owl's). They'll fill with light <br />What time will come the cries <br />As from tongues taut with dews <br />(The whippoorwills). What sounds <br />Are in their day-lost world, <br />What motions and what hues!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-fliers/
