A Bird’s-Eye View The clouds sail, the birds ride, And I sit here at your side, In the rustling reeds; My dark spirit flies, And blind with the blinding glow Of the vast, outstretching skies; And my heart yearns, too, you know, To rise and to flee From the town’s belching smoke, To the meadow, the field, the tree; To the wealth of the wild, To the blue of the air. I feel well and strong, And I know I belong With the rushing brook, And the bright-winged bird That sings from its cheerless nest.

— Adeline Dutton Train Whitney

• Adeline Dutton Train Whitney