Author Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi Flying—I beheld her at heaven's gate entreat.Wounded by the hunter and fallen at my feetHer ruffled feathers, glazing eyes,Were as the lost illusion men despise. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments