Bryant saw a solitary waterfowl winging its way
high up in the air in the twilight of evening. The
sight sets him thinking of the inborn sense of the
bird. Where was it going? How did it know it was on
the right way? Who gave it the power to direct its
flight? Then he imagines that the bird is bound for
its nesting place among its fellows. And he finally
gets for himself--and for us all--a fine lesson
from the flight of the waterfowl. Try to follow the
poet's thinking, step by step, as you read the
poem.
Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler's eye 5
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, 10
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
On the chafed ocean side?
There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast--
The desert and illimitable air-- 15
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fanned
At that far height the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near.
And soon that toil shall end; 5
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart 10
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.
He who from zone to zone
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone, 15
Will lead my steps aright.
1. What time of day is it when Bryant observes the
bird? Is it clear or cloudy weather? Prove both
answers.
2. In the third stanza, how many places does he
mention as the possible ends of the bird's flight?
Name each.
3. Has the waterfowl traveled far? Read the line
that answers this.
4. Explain line 5, page 190; the third stanza on
page 191.
5. What lesson does Bryant get from the bird?
Memorize the last stanza.
6. William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) was born at
Cummington, Massachusetts, where his father
practiced medicine. He attended the district school
and later studied law, but gave up his practice for
journalism. He was very successful and was for many
years editor of _The New York Evening Post_. This
poem was written when he was unsettled and
discouraged about his law practice.