Amid the falling dew
While the heavens glow with the last steps of day
Far through the distant depths, you pursue
Your solitary way.
Vainly the gator's eye
Might mark your flight to do you wrong
As darkly seen against the rosy sky
Your figure floats along.
You seek the flashy brink
Of weedy lakes, or margins of the riverside
Or where the rocking waves rise and sing
On the chaffed ocean, wide.
There is a Power whose care
Guides your long journey down the coast—
The barren desert air—
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day your wings fan
At that great height in the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet unwearied to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near.
Soon that work will end;
Soon you will find a summer home, and rest
And scream among your winged kin; reeds will bend
Soon, over your sheltered nest.
You are gone, the abyss of heaven
Has swallowed your form; yet, in my heart
Deeply sinks the lesson you have given
And will not depart.
He who without care for borders
Crosses the sky in certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps to right.