White Bird of Love by Joyce Kilmer — Read

Little white bird of the summer sky, / Silver against the golden sun, / Over the green of the hills you fly, / You and the sweet, wild air are one.

Glorious sights are in that far place / Reached by your daisy-petal wing, / Rose-colored meteors dive through space, / Stars made of molten music sing.

Still, though your quivering eager flight / Reaches the groves by Heaven town, / Where all the angels cry out, "Alight! / Stop, little bird, come down, come down!"

Careless you speed over fields of stars, / Darting through Heaven swift and free; / Nothing your arrowy passage bars / Back to the earth and back to me.

Here in the orchard of dream-fruit fair / Out of my dreams is built your nest. / Blossoming dreams all the branches bear, / Fit for my silver dream-bird's rest.

Here, since they love you, the young stars shine, / Through the white petals come their beams. / Little white love-laden bird of mine, / Let them shine on you through my dreams.