A flock of winds came winging from the North,
Strong birds with fighting pinions driving forth
With a resounding call!
Where will they close their wings and cease their cries –
Between what warming seas and conquering skies –
And fold, and fall?
(Alice Meynell)
More Poetry from Alice Meynell:
- My heart shall be thy garden (Alice Meynell Poems)
- 'Soeur Monique' (Alice Meynell Poems)
- Builders Of Ruins (Alice Meynell Poems)
- A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age (Alice Meynell Poems)
- To A Poet (Alice Meynell Poems)
- In Autumn (Alice Meynell Poems)