Eaglet

THREE POEMS

EAGLET

Go and attain

Your summits through the arch

Of your brain

In your amazing march.

Austerely delicate,

Sanely furious one,

Ranger of heaven, mate

Of the white sun!

Fear least,

O wilderness-crying,

Initiate of bird and beast,

The burning zone

Of your polaric lands.

Whatever is ice and stone

Will thaw to life and shine with beautiful dying

In your strong glittering hands.

Go, therefore,

Glaived and girded,

To your firm, far, terribly stalwart goal:

Gull-poised and flight-worded,

Slow

And unsundered of soul.