Two kites ascending, carried on the wind,
Each in its way, a most delightful thing.
So unalike yet wonderfully twinned,
Defying gravity in taking wing.
The feathered kite, from aeried crags will spring
Into the air and in the heavens, soar.
The silken kite, though tethered by a string,
Yet rises from the Earth to heaven’s door.
As like the feathered kite I, heretofore
Have flitted to and fro, from here and there.
But now, for love of thee, I yearn for more—
To hold your hand while rising through the air.
Great joy is to be found in flying free,
