Gray Birds (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)

Daily Classic Poem

Gray Birds
By Frank Oliver Call

Gray birds of passage from another sky
    Are those long hours I sit and wait for you;
    Borne by strong wings across the sunlit blue
They go — dark flecks of shadow drifting by.
Sometimes they bring a song — a joyful cry,
    As morn and eve your coming used to do;
    But sometimes plaintive notes of sorrow too,
Amid the joyful echoes wail and die.

Then as I watch the beating of the wings
    That seek a haven by far northern lakes,
And catch the note of some bird-heart that sings,
    Or hear the plaintive cry of one that breaks,
I turn once more to half-forgotten things,
And the old longing in my heart awakes.

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