Straight as a bird upon its course, With heart and instincts true, From depths beneath to heights above, Through sleet and fog he flew, 'Til night was done and morning's light Revealed his glistening plane In swiftest flight o'er British Isles, Once more above terrain. 'Twas but two days, one night, between The new world and the old; One flight in air—the sea was passed— The story has been told. 'Twas but a night and fame was won, More precious far than gold, And all the nations rose as one To honor valor bold. He circled Paris e'er his flight Did end at Le Bourget: His welcome was a nation's voice Raised in a hymn of praise, In which his homeland and the world Joined in the glad refrain With tributes such as mortal man Shall seldom see again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS WORK WITHOUT HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY |