Downhill on a Bicycle

With lifted feet, hand still,

I am poised and down the hill Dart,

With a heedful mind,

The air goes by in a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift,

Till the heart with a mighty lift Make the lungs laugh,

The throat cry 

O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.

Is this, is this your joy?

O bird, then I thought a boy,

For a golden moment share

Your feathery life in air!