Against A Cloudless Autumn Sky

Photo by Robert So

Against A Cloudless Autumn Sky

High overhead the wild geese soar,

And, oh, that I with them could fly

Far from the crowded haunts of man

Against a cloudless autumn sky!

Their shadow on the pallid moon

That dims the cold stars from my sight

Are wings on which my heart would fly

Away into an unknown night.

Wild geese, wild geese, where do you go?

Is yours always an endless quest

Through boundless solitude on high?

Is yours the heart that knows no rest?

Your trumpet call comes to my ears

At night within my lonely bed.

But I must stay when heart would go;

I cannot heed your call o’er head.

High in the sky the wild geese soar,

And, oh, that I with them could fly

Far from the crowded haunts of man,

Against a cloudless autumn sky!

-William Arnette Wofford-

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