Written for the Daily Eagle.
The Child, the Clouds, and Wind.
Emblems of life, where are ye fleeting,
Shading the earth in your airy way ;
Now sailing lone, then far off meeting ;
Whither go ye, summer clouds, say ?
We kiss the sky o'er the waves wild roaring,
Dropping our tears where the sailor dies,
And up aloft with the storm-bird soaring,
There child, we go, where the loud wind sighs !
Stay, wind, thy speed, where art thou flying,
Bending the oak in thy pathless way ;
Then 'mong the leaves of the forest sighing,
Where goest thou, spirit wind, say ?
I fly o'er the earth, from its blossoms stealing
Fragrance to bear on my gentle wing ;
Then on the sea the sailor's doom sealing,
I war with the waves and a requiem sing.
Coney Island, June 14, 1846
--Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Saturday, August 1, 1846
Kind of morbid, really, but I'm no judge of poetry.
So this Marion, whoever he or she was, got a poem published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle under editor Walt Whitman. Nicely done, Marion.