as the eagle builds his lonely nest
the sea, above the paths of man,
makes the elements his barbican,
none may break the mother-eagle’s rest;
build I far above all human eyes
nest of love; Heaven’s face alone bends down
give it sunlight, starlight; while is blown
wind upon it out of Paradise.
shall affright, no harm may come to her,
I have set there in that lofty home:
eye is sleepless; I could feel the stir
of God’s cohorts, if they chanced to come.
am her shield; I would that I might prove
dear I hold the lady of my love.
When thou makest a voyage to the stars, go thou blindfolded;
carry not a sword, but the sandals of thy youth.
Seek thou the Angel of the Cross Roads ere thou
goest upon a
and she will give thee wisdom at the Four Corners.
now, I have touched the highest point
my existence. When I turn my eyes
to scan my outlived agonies,
feel God’s finger touch me, to anoint
this sweet Present the ungenerous Past,
love the wounds that struck stark in my soul;
hope life’s aching restlessness and dole;
show me place to anchor in at last.
to a mother bending o’er the bed
sleeps, death-silent, one that left her side
he had reached the flow of manhood’s tide,
stood I by my life whence Life had fled.
Life came back at Love’s clear trumpet-call,
at Love’s feet I cast the useless pall.