Broken wings

You have forgotten how to fly, 

And I, so far away, cannot break

The coming fall: though for your sake,

I would sooner fall myself than see you

Toppling from the heights you once had found.

Down, down, like a wishing star you fall;

And, calling, land upon the leaden ground,

A lame and humbled thing, 

Your broken wings surrounding you

As the woods cry out my name.