Walt Whitman's Wheeling Eagles

I came across a poem of Whitman I had not read earlier, "The Dalliance of the Eagles." I had somehow missed it in my hurry to flip through the pages to "Song of Myself." Whitman captures the swift movement of eagles, the height of their soaring, and their descent. The lines are long, the verbs capturing the intricacies of the dance of these aerial bodies.  Today when I read this poem at Benner's Farm, I felt involved with the lines. The sparkling blue skies, the tall trees, sunlight streaming down, a slight chill in the air making us hug our coats around us tighter, and cattle lowing in the background--all these made this poem special. I kept peering up at the sky to spot an eagle. Perhaps Whitman's eagle would soar from the poem!