English poem
WILD GEESE
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
Along the ocean's shingly edge, Athwart the turquoise sweep of sky, The wild geese in a winged wedge Go darkling by.
From far lagoons be-plumed with palm, By cove and cape, by bluff and bay, Through depths of storm, through vasts of calm, They speed their way.
The pharos flashes on their flight; They do not heed its beckoning beam; The great North, stretching weird and white, Lures like a dream;
Lures, and they answer to the call; Charms, and they yield them to the spell, Moved ever by a subtle thrall Inscrutable.
Do you not feel it, comrade, too, The inescapable delight, The mounting rapture, that bids you Take vernal flight?