Vachel Lindsay - Drying Their Wings lyrics

What the Carpenter said to the Child The moon's a cottage with a door - Some folk can see it plain. Look! You may catch a glint of light A-sparkle through the pane, Showing the place is brighter still Within, though bright without. There at a cosy open fire Strange babes are grouped about: The children of the Wind and Tide, The urchins of the sky, Drying their wings from storms and things So they again can fly.