THE birds that soar break space br Like heavy bodies hurled! br Not so the birds of night br They move as in a sphere br On which they touch always br How patterned their flight! br The owl, the whippoorwill! br br And like volcano's ash br His plumes all cinderous br Black mirrors are his eyes br (The owl's). They'll fill with light br What time will come the cries br As from tongues taut with dews br (The whippoorwills).