Smoke.

From: The Dial, Vol. III, No. IV (April 1843)
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Published: E. P. Peabody 1843 Boston

I.

SMOKE.

LIGHT-winged smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawns
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the Gods to pardon this clear flame.


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