Take on '' Trembling into the restless flame of day.

Take on  ‘’ Trembling into the restless flame of  day’’.

Trembling   into  the  restless flame of day,

Brood of    swan  and   crane  on the Bay,

Placid  and  cool  for  timed  chances  in  their  way,

Look  up  soaring  eagles, and  birds,

I   too  crave  to flit  like vanishing  wings,

But   diaphanous  anxieties  and  worries

Seem to  clip  my wings  and  moorings.

Somewhere , some  soothsaying s,

icon  or aeon of  sacred  magnificence

echo, comfort   my  restless flame of  day.

The   day  recedes  into   Dusk,

ambered    sun  transcends   to  another    kiosk

only  to   climb up , spread   its rays .      

It  is  no more  trembling  restless  flame of day,

But  a  transcended  globe of  Fay