I’ve been fretting about a poem with this title for years and maybe coming close
When the Angel of Death arrived,
It was a Hummingbird at my ear.
I was astonished, and said, I thought you’d have strong wings, to carry me.
No no it replied, I am here to enchant and to guide,
Your wings alone shall bear you up,
Let me help you emerge.
When the Angel of Death came
I’ve been fretting about a poem with this title for years and maybe coming close
When the Angel of Death arrived,
It was a Hummingbird at my ear.
I was astonished, and said, I thought you’d have strong wings, to carry me.
No no it replied, I am here to enchant and to guide,
Your wings alone shall bear you up,
Let me help you emerge.