The Oriole : : By Arlo Bates ▼ Like a live flame wind-wafted from altars celestialFloats the blithe oriole through the bright air;Dropping down as half won by spring’s glories terrestrial.Buoyantly upward swift fleeting to fare.Like the light on a fount’s rippling bosom that glancesWith the wavering pulse of its rhythmical flow,Now he rises, nowContinue reading “The Oriole : Arlo Bates : : Bird Poems : :”