The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition

Two Pictures


And the dewy plain

Awakes to life and sound --

Where on the flying-ground

The ghostly hangars blaze with lights again.

The giant birds of prey

Creep forth to a new day,

And one by one,

As morning gilds the dome,

Leave the grey aƫrodrome --

-- The day's begun.


And the vanish'd sun

Still streaks the evening skies:

Below, the prone Earth lies

Darken'd, wherever warring Night has won.

The 'planes, returning, show

Deep black in the afterglow,

And one by one

Drop down from the higher airs,

-- Down, down the invisible stairs --

-- The day is done.