WAVES and Wings and Growing Things！ As through the gladden sight ye flow And flit and glow, Ye win me so In soul to go, I too am waves, I too am wings, And kindred motion in me springs.

    With thee I pass, glad growing grass！- I climb the air with lissome¹ mien²； Unsheathing keen The vivid sheen Of springing green, I thrill the crude, exalt³ the crass⁴ Fine-flex'd and fluent from Earth's mass.

    And impulse craves⁵ with thee, Sea Waves！- To make all mutable the floor Of Earth's firm shore, With flashing pour Whose brimming o'er Impassion'd motion loves and laves And livens sombre slumbering⁶ caves.

    Then soaring where the wild birds fare, My song would sweep the windy lyre Of Heaven's choir⁷, Pulsing desire For starry⁸ fire, Abashing⁹ chilling vagues of air With throbbing¹⁰ of warm breasts that dare！