Dawn....
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 aërodrome -
- 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.