But There Are Wings

“How big it is, the Blueness everywhere!” Between two seas, her playtime scarce begun, Trembles the shy, bewildered little one. Above her roll the shoreless depths of air Reflected in her azure eyes; and there Close to her feet in thunderous fury run The crowding waters, peacock in the sun, That fling a salty threat upon her hair.

“But there are wings!” They brood against the sky, A cloudy wonder; while upon the deep She sees them dip and flutter, far and near. “The same kind wings that shelter one asleep!” So, drawing reassurance in a sigh, She digs the treacherous sand without a fear.