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Harriet Monroe - The Humming-Bird
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What a boom! boom!
Sounds among the honeysuckles! 
Saying, "Room! room!
Hold your breath and mind your knuckles!” 
And a fairy birdling bright 
Flits like a living dart of light, 
With his tiny whirlwind wings 
Flies and rests and sings. 
All his soul one flash, one quiver, 
Down each cup 
He thrusts his long beak with a shiver, 
Drinks the sweetness up; 
Takes the best of earth and goes— 
Daring sprite!—
Back to his heaven no mortal knows, 
A heaven as sweet as the heart of a rose 
Shut at night.
Out upon the trackless highway
Now I go, 
Beaten road and trail and byway 
Far below!
I have shaken from my feet 
Mire of earth, dust of the street. 
Now the birds` way shall be my way, 
Winds of heaven shall be my seat! 
Out upon the untrodden highway 
Now I go.

Patterned parks and bold skyscrapers
Of the town, 
Close-packed houses plumed with vapors,
Dwindle down
In a world that slants and tips. 
And the little creeping ships 
Skim the sea. And people crawling 
In their cage earth-bound, appalling, 
Crowd and cross and would be free— 
Look at me!

I shall over-ride the mountain
Through the blue, 
And the cloud shall be my fountain 
Fringed with dew.
Towers and tree-tops swing and sway, 
Broidered meadows glide away. 
Now I tread the air`s own highway, 
Now the eagle`s way is my way. 
I am off to meet the mountain— 
Where are you?
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