Wings

Mary Louise Ritter

THE SUNSET light is on the sail,

The water all aglow,

And on the billows up and down

The boat rocks to and fro;

The birds float upward to the sky—

Oh, how I long for wings to fly!

The boat has wings, the birds have wings,

But none remain for me

Save wings of kind and loving thought

And wings of memory.

On these I come, and still repeat—

I love, I love, I love you, Sweet!