Going Down Hill on a Bicycle: A Boy's Song

With lifted feet, hands still, I am poised, and down the hill Dart, with heedful mind; The air goes by in a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift, Till the heart with a mighty lift Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:- 'O bird, see, see, bird, I fly

Is this, is this your joy! O bird, then I, though a boy, For a golden moment share Your feathery life in air

Say, heart, is there aught like this In a world that is full of bliss Tis more than skating bound Steel-shod to the level ground

Speed slackens now, I float Awhile in my airy boat; Till, when the wheels scarce crawl, My feet to the treadles fall

Alas, that the longest hill Must end in a vale, but still, Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er Shall find wings waiting there.

Submitted by Kamran