(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Love Preparing To Fly

He play'd his wings as tho' for flight;
They webb'd the sky with glassy light.
His body sway'd upon tiptoes,
Like a wind-perplexed rose;
In eddies of the wind he went
At last up the blue element.

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Fantastic expressions. He played his wings as though for flight They webbed the sky with glassy light. Enjoyed the short and sweet poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.