A blackbird hops along the street, her steps
Tender and light, her eyes amass the breath
Of gentle purple dawn and crimson sun
Of June, the loving prophecy of life,
Delicate forms of nature’s patient art.
O, thou embassador of Endless Rhymes!
Thy song transcends the petty scope of minds
And flies across the slow and crawling Time,
Towards the region strange, unknown, sublime,
A heart renewed, a forehead divine!