Wings at Dawn

Dawn is dense with twitter,
And the white air swims and sings
In rapid wings that glitter,
And the flashing of wings—
Delicate and fugitive shiverings.

The dews curl up in haze,
While the sun from his hive
Like a giant bee ablaze
Bursts dizzily alive—
And through the glow a thousand swallows dive.

Light like a storm
Deluges the grass,
And birds in a swarm
Wheel, dwindle and mass—
And their wings are split silver as they pass.