by William Cullen Bryant
There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,–
The desert and illimitable air,–
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fann’d
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,
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend
Soon o’er thy sheltered nest.
When I was in high school I remember learning about this poem in our English class. My professor was so deep reading this poem in front of the class. I have loved Literature since then. Two days ago, I wrote something about Robert Frost’s In White and Design poems. I had some idea on his thoughts about him questioning the design that was seemingly like fate. His poems was in contrast to Cullen Bryant’s ‘To a Waterfowl’ which tells that someone Divine is taking care of the waterfowl and that Someone is leading the bird’s steps aright. This poem is deep, heart-touching and peaceful.