Lost or found across the sky,
Midst the glory of the air;
Birds who tenderer colors wear?
What to us the free-bird's song,
Breath of passion, breath of wrong;
Wood-heart's orchestra, her life;
Breath of love and breath of strife;
Joy's fantasies; anguish breath;
Cries of doubt, and cries of death?
Shall we care when nesting-time