SKYLARK-LOFT

What heavy awe, what darkling earth
when lightly aloft the laver-rook rings

        with a trirr, a trirr,
        a chittering trirr:

a quick-mist winging
and tready-feathered wing-mist winging,

        with a trirr:

as steadily the feather-wedged whirrer drives
against the weight of the louring, pillowy light

        with a trirr, a trirr,
        a chittering trirr:
        a trirr, a trirr,
        a chittering trirr,
                with a trirr:

till in the lew-warm light, for height,
I had thought him softly drowned aloft

        but for the trirr, dim trirr,
        dim trirr, dim trirr,
        dim--

--spin-arrowing dive, he drops down soundless,
into grass.

                     (1934-37)