Now, fly the sturdy squadrons of the sky, Impelled by some primeval urge to wing Aloft, while wastelands brood in reverie And farms' neat squares of land lie slumbering. Above mute villages where one lone light Glows like an earth-bound star before the dawn, High over cities hushed in muffling night, The gallant wayfarers adventure on. Their deep toned calls arouse the race of men As lusty prophecy of nascent earth. Long-stifled dreams revive, hope breathes again, Forgotten aspirations have rebirth: Man feels new faith, when those strong wings beat by, Which follow Spring across the purple sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON WHY PLAGUE ME, LOVES? by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS PEACE PICTURES by ELIZABETH I. BARNES THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE DOWN THE RIVER by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE THE FUNERAL OF A VILLAGE GIRL by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |