The Ever Flying Kite

The Ever Flying Kite

See the kite's sway in the sky:

Papered soul pull for escaping fly,

Corded attachment but to the earthly;—

The life force to its limits finally.

The will of soul for free float,

Alas! Possible only jerks lot,

Till the last drop hot,

The instinct, the desire leaves not.

And the momentary penury released,

As if to get the prisoner appeased,

What a beggar the besieged!

Pious but still teased.

Yes, broken at last! That wondrous free flight,
Alas but until fall for earthly delight.