Classic Poem

It happens when the birds go by
And leave you far behind;
And you flutter, till you ache
All around your mind. —
Like a Flag,
Like a Flag
Flapping at the wind!

It happens when you catch the hills
As blue as yesterday;
You hold your heart in both your hands,
Or it would fly away.
Yes, it would!
Yes, it would!
Away — away — away!

It makes your heart into a Bird
That darts, and leaps, and sings.
— Oh, feel my pinafore, high up! —
Oh, do you think it's Wings?
Do you think —
Do you think —
Oh, couldn't it be Wings?