Of Being is a Bird
The likest to the Down
An Easy Breeze do put afloat
The General Heavens-upon-

It soars-and shifts-and whirls-
And measures with the Clouds
In easy-even-dazzling pace-
No different the Birds-

Except a Wake of Music
Accompany their feet-
As did the Down emit a Tune-
For Ecstasy-of it