south-ward-going

Updated: May 11, 2025

And now, across the blue heaven, came a second line of the south-ward-going cranes. They flew low, they flapped their wings, and the wood heard their crying. Then Ibycus the poet raised his arms to his brothers the birds. 'Ye cranes, flying between earth and heaven, avenge shed blood, as is right! "Hoarse screamed the cranes flying overhead.

Mary Johnston - Foes