名人诗歌|ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (72)

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 lissome^{1 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 craves^{5 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 choir^{7, Pulsing desire For starry8 fire, Abashing9 chilling vagues of air With throbbing10 of warm breasts that dare！}