Of Being is a Bird
Thomas, Ambroise
Of Being is a Bird
The likest to the Down
An Easy Breeze do put afloat
The General Heavens -- upon --
It soars -- and shifts -- and whirls --
And measures with the Clouds
In easy -- even -- dazzling pace --
No different the Birds --
Except a Wake of Music
Accompany their feet --
As did the Down emit a Tune --
For Ecstasy -- of it