Oh That I Had Wings
The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
—Thomas Moore, “Oh That I Had Wings”
How do fly above “all low delay”? How do you avoid “idle [...]


09. May, 2011 