Another Thought is Fled

LEAVE the lovely words unsaid;

For another thought is fled

From my dream-entangled mind.

Bird of passion, unenshrined,

I can never phrase thee quite— 5

So I speed thee on thy flight,

Unembodied thus forever,

Floating in a mist that never

May be raised. Thou art one

Of the black-winged birds that run, 10

With uncomprehended night,

Unimpeded down the night.

 

Rollo Britten. Bird of Passion.

Done