O wild things, that I

Could fly as do you!

Then out of the silent darkness,

Like a flying star,

Flashed a plane

With its skyborne humans.

And all of a sudden

I remembered that I, too,

Could take to wings.

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 Petit Trianon

(Versailles, France)

When the long drawn notes of a bird’s song

Echoes through the trees,

It brings to remembrance the songs

Of the blackbirds at Petit Trianon:

Chiming, reverberating, floating down

From the tops of the tall cedars

As from an invisible, celestial choir.

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