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202 "OBSERVER, ROYAL FLYING CORPS"
��TWO PICTURES
Daivn. . . .
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 aerodrome —
— The day's begun.
Dusk. ...
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.
— " Observer, Royal Flying Corps. '
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