Angela Morgan
Reading edition
(Carefully lifting her Greek robe off the wet grass, and patting her fillet with one white glove, recites passionately.)
OH! BIRD!
I heard a flaming noise that screamed— "Man, panting, crushed, must be redeemed! Man! All the crowd of him! Quiet or loud of him! Men! Raging souls of them! Heaps of them, shoals of them! Hurtling impassioned through fiery-tongued rapture! Leaping for glories all avid to capture Bounteous æons of star-beating bliss!" I heard a voice cry, and I'm sure it said this: Though the cook said the noise was a tree and a bird ... But I heard! Gods, I heard!