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When My Soul Findeth Wings

Like roses the bright dream did pass, 
    On swift, noiseless footsteps away; 
Like glistening dew on the grass, 
    Dissolving beneath the sun’s ray. 

Like voice of the lark that doth soar, 
    Through the golden haze of the dawn; 
You hear it and bend to adore, 
    Just hear it and then it is gone. 

The lark on his swift, flashing wings, 
   Keeps pace with the flowers in their flight; 
And that’s why when soaring he sings, 
   And passes so swiftly from sight. 

I slept, and a vision did see, 
   Of eyes that were tender and blue; 
I awoke to know that for me
    The vision may never come true. 

The lark soars no more in the skies, 
    He’s gone with the roses and dew; 
The face with the soft tender eyes, 
    Comes never to gladden my view. 

My memory holds images fair, 
   Of all these beautiful things; 
Which I will be seeking somewhere, 
   When my soul, as lark, findeth wings.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 3, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“When My Soul Findeth Wings” originally appeared in In the Land of Fancy and Other Poems (F. T. Neely, 1902).

Author


Libbie C. Baer

Libbie C. Baer was born in Ohio on November 18, 1849. She was the author of In the Land of Fancy and Other Poems (F. T. Neely, 1902). She died on February 27, 1929.

Date Published: 1902-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/when-my-soul-findeth-wings