Valor, Virtue, & Verse

My culver crake that danced a-sky, he never would alight,

To nestle in the woody hew I laid against the night.

He dove and soared and ever roamed beyond the batted nook,

The nearest I could reach was his reflection in the brook.

My tears would swim across the shoal in hopes that they could meet

The mirror of my culver dear afore their full defeat.

When futile proved my hope along, I rose and bad them swim,

And together with my song, I dove to join with him.