Note 139 — Chapter II · THE ANATOMY OF A BIRD.[138]

These lines are thus translated by Mr. Hayward:—“I hurry on to drink his everlasting light—the day before me and the night behind—the heavens above, and under me the waves. A glorious dream! as it is passing, he is gone. Alas! no bodily wing will so easily keep pace with the wings of the mind! Yet it is the inborn tendency of our being for feeling to strive upwards and onwards; when, over us, lost in the blue expanse the lark sings its thrilling lay; when, over rugged pine-covered heights, the out-spread eagle soars; and, over marsh and sea, the crane struggles onward to her home.”