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1871–1940

THE BIRD-MAN

William H. Davies

Man is a bird: He rises on fine wings Into the Heaven's clear light; He flies away and sings —

There's music in his flight. Man is a bird: In swiftest speed he burns, With twist and dive and leap;

A bird whose sudden turns Can drive the frightened sheep. Man is a bird: Over the mountain high,

Whose head is in the skies, Cut from its shoulder by A cloud — the bird-man flies. Man is a bird:

Eagles from mountain crag Swooped down to prove his worth; But now they rise to drag Him down from Heaven to earth!

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