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Dawn Patrol, and Other Poems of an Aviator-Paul Bewsher · 4 Science Fiction Stories by Mack Reynolds

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  Speaker 1: Section 1 of The Dawn Patrol and Other Poems of
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  Speaker 1: an Aviator. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings
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  Speaker 1: are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,
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  Speaker 1: please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Bruce Kachuk. The Dawn Patrol
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  Speaker 1: and Other Poems of an Aviator by Paul Boucher. The
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  Speaker 1: Dawn Patrol. Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea,
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  Speaker 1: where underneath the restless waters flow, silver and cold and slow.
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  Speaker 1: Dim in the east there burns a newborn sun, whose
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  Speaker 1: rosy gleams along the ripples run, save where the mist
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  Speaker 1: droops low, hiding the level loneliness from me. and now
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  Speaker 1: appears beneath the milk-white haze a little fleet of anchored
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  Speaker 1: ships which lie in clustered company and seem as they
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  Speaker 1: are yet fast bound by sleep although the day has
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  Speaker 1: long begun to peep with red inflamed eye along the
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  Speaker 1: still deserted ocean ways the fresh cold wind of dawn
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  Speaker 1: blows on my face as in the sun's raw heart
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  Speaker 1: i swiftly fly and watch the seas glide by scarce
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  Speaker 1: human seem i moving through the skies and far removed
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  Speaker 1: from warlike enterprise like some great gull on high whose
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  Speaker 1: white and gleaming wings beat on through space then do
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  Speaker 1: i feel with god quite quite alone high in the
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  Speaker 1: virgin morn, so white and still, and free from human ill.
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  Speaker 1: My prayers transcend my feeble earthbound plains, as though I
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  Speaker 1: sang among the happy saints with many a holy thrill,
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  Speaker 1: as though the glowing sun were God's bright throne. My
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  Speaker 1: flight is done. i cross the line of foam that
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  Speaker 1: breaks around a town of gray and red whose streets
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  Speaker 1: and squares lie dead beneath the silent dawn then am
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  Speaker 1: i proud that england's peace to guard i am allowed
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  Speaker 1: then bow my humble head in thanks to him who
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  Speaker 1: brings me safely home luc 1917. The Joy of Flying
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  Speaker 1: When heavy on my tired mind the world and worldly
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  Speaker 1: things do weigh, and some sweet solace I would find,
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  Speaker 1: into the sky I love to stray, and all alone
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  Speaker 1: to wander round in lone seclusion from the ground. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: then what solitude is mine from grovelling mankind aloof? Their
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  Speaker 1: road is but a thin-drawn line, their busy house a
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  Speaker 1: scarce-seen roof. that little stain of red and brown they
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  Speaker 1: boast about it is their town how small their petty
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  Speaker 1: quarrels seem poor crawling multitudes below which like the ants
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  Speaker 1: in feverish stream from place to place move to and
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  Speaker 1: fro like ants they work like ants they fight assuming
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  Speaker 1: blindly they are right soon their existence i forget in
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  Speaker 1: joy that on these flashing wings i cleave the skies
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  Speaker 1: oh let them fret now know i why the skylark
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  Speaker 1: sings untrammel'd in the boundless air for mine it is
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  Speaker 1: his bliss to share now do i mount a billowy
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  Speaker 1: cloud now do i sail low o'er a hill and
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  Speaker 1: with a sea-gull skill endowed circle and wheel and drop
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  Speaker 1: at will above the villages asleep above the valleys shadowed
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  Speaker 1: deep above the water-meadows green whose streams which intermingled flow
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  Speaker 1: like silver lattice-work are seen agleam upon the plain below
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  Speaker 1: above the woods whose naked trees move new-born buds upon
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  Speaker 1: the breeze and far away above the haze i see
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  Speaker 1: white mountain summits rise whose snow with sunlight is ablaze
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  Speaker 1: and shines against the distant skies such thoughts those towering
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  Speaker 1: ranges bring that i float on a-wandering so do i
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  Speaker 1: love to travel on through lonely skies myself alone for
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  Speaker 1: then the feverish fret is gone which on this earth
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  Speaker 1: I oft have known. Kind is the God who lets
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  Speaker 1: me fly in sweet seclusion through the sky. France, 1917.
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  Speaker 1: End of section two. The Joy of Flying. Section three.
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  Speaker 1: of the dawn patrol and other poems of an aviator
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  Speaker 1: by paul boucher this librivox recording is in the public
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  Speaker 1: domain the crash the rich red blood doth stain the
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  Speaker 1: fair green grass and daisies white in generous flood this
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  Speaker 1: sundroused day for me is darkest night oh wreck of
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  Speaker 1: splintered wood and twisted wire what blind unmeasured hatred you
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  Speaker 1: inspire because yours was the power that life to end
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  Speaker 1: of him who was my friend this morn we lay
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  Speaker 1: upon the grass and watched the languid hours pass a
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  Speaker 1: lark deep in the sky's blue sea sang ecstasies to
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  Speaker 1: him and me and with the daisies did he play
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  Speaker 1: as on the waving grass we lay and made a
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  Speaker 1: little daisy chain to bring his childhood back again and
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  Speaker 1: while he watched the clouds above he drifted into thoughts
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  Speaker 1: of love he said i know why skylarks sing because
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  Speaker 1: they love and it is spring and if i had
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  Speaker 1: a voice as they so would i sing this golden
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  Speaker 1: may Because I love, and loved am I. and when
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  Speaker 1: i wander through the sky i wish i had a
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  Speaker 1: skylark's voice and with such singing could rejoice oh happy
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  Speaker 1: happy are these days my heart is full of deep-felt
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  Speaker 1: praise and thanks to god who brings this bliss oh
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  Speaker 1: what a happiness is this to lie upon the grass
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  Speaker 1: and know in two short days that i shall go
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  Speaker 1: and see my love's fair face again and wander in
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  Speaker 1: some flowery lane forgetting all the world around and only
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  Speaker 1: knowing i have found a spring enchantment which is mine
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  Speaker 1: through god's sweet sympathy divine may these two days now
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  Speaker 1: swiftly pass he laughed upon the sunlit grass the days
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  Speaker 1: have passed but past alas how slow see down the
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  Speaker 1: road a sad procession go oh hear the wailing music
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  Speaker 1: moan why why such grief am i to know dear
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  Speaker 1: god i wish i were alone for by the grave
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  Speaker 1: a girl with streaming eyes doth make mine dim while
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  Speaker 1: high among the sunny springtime skies the larks still him France, 1917.
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  Speaker 1: The Night Raid around me broods the dim mysterious night
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  Speaker 1: starlit and still no whisper comes across the plain asleep
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  Speaker 1: beneath the breezes light which scarcely stir the growing grain
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  Speaker 1: slow chimes the quiet midnight hour in some unseen and
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  Speaker 1: distant tower while round me broods the vague mysterious night
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  Speaker 1: Starlet and cool and still. And I must desecrate this
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  Speaker 1: silent time of drowsy dreams on mighty wings towards the
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  Speaker 1: sky towards the stars i have to climb and o'er
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  Speaker 1: the sleeping country fly and such far-echoing clamour make that
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  Speaker 1: all the villages must wake So must I desecrate this
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  Speaker 1: quiet time Of soft and drowsy dreams. The hour comes.
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  Speaker 1: Soon must I say farewell to this fair earth. Then
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  Speaker 1: to my little room I go, Where I perhaps no
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  Speaker 1: more shall dwell. Shall I return? The gods but know.
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  Speaker 1: Perchance again I shall not sleep, on that white bed
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  Speaker 1: in silence deep for soon the hour comes to say
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  Speaker 1: farewell to this fair friendly earth i stand there long
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  Speaker 1: before into the gloom i take my way there are
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  Speaker 1: the pictures of my friends and all the treasures of
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  Speaker 1: my room on which my lamp soft radiance sends and
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  Speaker 1: long with lingering gaze i look upon each much-beloved book
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  Speaker 1: i stand and dream before into the gloom i sadly
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  Speaker 1: take my way and now i gain the field whence
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  Speaker 1: i must part upon my quest my pegasus of wood
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  Speaker 1: and steel is ready straining at the start the governor
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  Speaker 1: is at the wheel and with an ever-growing roar across
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  Speaker 1: the hidden fields we soar so with one envious look
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  Speaker 1: from earth i part upon my midnight quest beneath me
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  Speaker 1: lies the sleeping countryside hazy and dim and here and
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  Speaker 1: there a little gleam like stars upon the heavens wide
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  Speaker 1: speaks of some wretch who cannot dream but on his
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  Speaker 1: bed all night must toss and hear me as i
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  Speaker 1: pass across in droning flight above the countryside hazy and
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  Speaker 1: huge and dim and in the great blue night i
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  Speaker 1: ever rise towards the stars as to the hostile lands
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  Speaker 1: i sail high in the dark and cloudless skies whose
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  Speaker 1: gloom our gloomy wings doth veil beneath a scarce-seen ribbon
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  Speaker 1: shows where through the woods a river flows as in
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  Speaker 1: the shadowy night i ever rise towards the scattered stars
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  Speaker 1: now high above war's frontiers do i sit above the
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  Speaker 1: lines great lights like flowers rise and fall. On either
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  Speaker 1: side red flashes spit hot death at those poor souls
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  Speaker 1: which crawl on secret errands. Oh, how grim must be
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  Speaker 1: that midnight slaughter dim, and happy am I that so
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  Speaker 1: high I sit above those cruel lines. Each man beneath
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  Speaker 1: me now detests my race with iron hate. Each tiny
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  Speaker 1: light I see must shine upon some grim, unfriendly face
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  Speaker 1: who curses England's name and mine, and would be glad
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  Speaker 1: if both were gone. But steadily must I fly on,
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  Speaker 1: though every soul beneath me loathes my race with stern,
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  Speaker 1: unceasing hate. I see a far-flung city all ablaze with
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  Speaker 1: jeweled lamps, i trace its keys its roads its squares
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  Speaker 1: and all its intermingled ways and as i wonder how
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  Speaker 1: it dares to flaunt itself the city dies and in
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  Speaker 1: an utter darkness lies for i have terrified that town
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  Speaker 1: ablaze with twinkling jewelled lamps but see the furnace with
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  Speaker 1: its ruddy breath which i must wreck the searchlights sweep
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  Speaker 1: across the sky long-fingered ministers of death i look deep
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  Speaker 1: in their cold blue eye incessant shells with blinding light
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  Speaker 1: show every wire clear and white there is the furnace
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  Speaker 1: with its ruddy breath which i must wreck it lies
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  Speaker 1: beneath my time has come at last to do my
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  Speaker 1: work i wait oh will you never stop your fearful
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  Speaker 1: shells that burst so fast and then i hear destruction
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  Speaker 1: drop behind my back as i release such fearful death
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  Speaker 1: with such great ease burst on you shells my time
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  Speaker 1: has come at last to do my deadly work then
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  Speaker 1: do i turn and hurry swiftly back towards my home
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  Speaker 1: I gladly leave that place behind. No more I hear
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  Speaker 1: the shrapnels crack. No more my eyes the searchlights blind.
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  Speaker 1: I cross the lines with lightning breast and sail into
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  Speaker 1: the friendly west. How glad am I to hurry swiftly
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  Speaker 1: back towards my peaceful home. I reach the field and
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  Speaker 1: then I softly land. My work is o'er. i leave
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  Speaker 1: my hot and panting steed and clasp a comrade's outstretched
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  Speaker 1: hand and with him to my bedroom speed then over
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  Speaker 1: steaming beakers set the night's fierce menace soon forget how
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  Speaker 1: great a welcome waits me when i land when all
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  Speaker 1: my work is o'er but ere i search shy sleep
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  Speaker 1: on my white bed i greet the dawn and think
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  Speaker 1: with heart weighed down with grief how cruel this dawn
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  Speaker 1: to those whose dead lie shattered torn whom like a
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  Speaker 1: thief at darkest midnight i have slain poor unknown victims
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  Speaker 1: real my pain what widows orphans sweethearts see their dead
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  Speaker 1: this cruel hopeless dawn France, 1917. End of section four,
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  Speaker 1: The Night Raid. Section five of The Dawn Patrol and
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  Speaker 1: Other Poems of an Aviator by Paul Boucher. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Despair the long and
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  Speaker 1: tedious months move slowly by and february's chill has fled
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  Speaker 1: away before the gales of march and now e'en they
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  Speaker 1: have died upon the peaceful april sky and still i
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  Speaker 1: sadly wonder still i sigh and all the splendor of
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  Speaker 1: each springtime day is dyed for me one melancholy gray
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  Speaker 1: and all its beauty can but make me cry for
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  Speaker 1: thou art silent o far-distant friend and not one word
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  Speaker 1: has come to cheer my heart through these sad months
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  Speaker 1: which seem to have no end so distant seems the
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  Speaker 1: day which bade us part Oh, speak, dear fair-haired angel.
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  Speaker 1: Spring has smiled, and I despair. A broken-hearted child. France, 1917.
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  Speaker 1: End of Section 5. Despair. Section 6. The Horrors of
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  Speaker 1: Flying The day is cold, the wind is strong, And
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  Speaker 1: through the sky great cloud-banks throng, While swaths of snow
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  Speaker 1: lie on the ground, O'er which I walk without a sound.
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  Speaker 1: But I have vowed to fly to-day, though winds are
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  Speaker 1: fierce and clouds are gray my aeroplane is on the
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  Speaker 1: field so i must fly my fate is sealed and
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  Speaker 1: no excuses can i make within its back my place
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  Speaker 1: i take i strap myself inside the seat and press
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  Speaker 1: the rudder with my feet and hold the wheel with
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  Speaker 1: nervous grip and gaze around my little ship for on
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  Speaker 1: its wire rigging taut depends my life which will be
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  Speaker 1: short if it should fail me in the air swift
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  Speaker 1: then my fall and short my prayer and these my
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  Speaker 1: wings would be my pyre so well i scrutinize each
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  Speaker 1: wire then out across the field i go in shaking
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  Speaker 1: progress noisy slow and turn until the wind i face
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  Speaker 1: then do i look around a space for fear to-day
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  Speaker 1: is at my heart and nervously i fear to start
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  Speaker 1: the field is clear the skies are bare mine is
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  Speaker 1: the freedom of the air and yet i sit and
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  Speaker 1: hesitate although each moment that i wait brings to my
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  Speaker 1: soul a greater fear to me the grass seems very
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  Speaker 1: dear dear seems the hut where dreams have crept to
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  Speaker 1: me each midnight as i slept dear seems the river
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  Speaker 1: by whose brink i oft have watched brown pebbles sink
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  Speaker 1: deep in the crumbling bridge's shade where in the evening
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  Speaker 1: i have strayed my restless hands hold fast the wheel
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  Speaker 1: once more the wing controls i feel i move the
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  Speaker 1: rudder with my feet and settle firmly in the seat
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  Speaker 1: i start and o'er the snowy grass in ever quicker
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  Speaker 1: progress pass on either side the ground streaks by and
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  Speaker 1: soon above the grass i fly i feel the air
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  Speaker 1: beneath the wings at first a greater ease it brings
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  Speaker 1: but soon the stormy strife begins and if i lose
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  Speaker 1: tis death who wins the winds a thousand devils hold
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  Speaker 1: who grasp my wings with fingers bold and keep me
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  Speaker 1: ceaselessly a rock up am i swiftly thrown once more
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  Speaker 1: like no great eagle do i soar but like a
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  Speaker 1: sparrow tempest-tost i struggle on my faith is lost my
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  Speaker 1: former confidence is dead and whispering fear has come instead
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  Speaker 1: death ever dogs me close behind my frightened soul no
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  Speaker 1: peace can find i feel a torture in each nerve
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  Speaker 1: as to the right or left i swerve and now
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  Speaker 1: imagination brings its evil thoughts i watch the wings and
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  Speaker 1: wonder if those wings will break the tight-stretched wires seem
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  Speaker 1: to shake i see the ghastly headlong rush and picture
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  Speaker 1: how the fall would crush my helpless body on the
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  Speaker 1: ground with haggard eyes i turn around and contemplate the
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  Speaker 1: rocking tail my drawn and sweating cheeks are pale fear's
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  Speaker 1: clammy hands clutch at my heart i try with unavailing
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  Speaker 1: art to summon thoughts of peaceful hours spent in some
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  Speaker 1: sunny field of flowers when my half-opened eyes would look
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  Speaker 1: on some old dream-inspiring book and not on this accursed
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  Speaker 1: wheel and on this box of wood and steel In
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  Speaker 1: which at pitch and toss with death I play, And
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  Speaker 1: wonder if each breath I tensely draw Will be my last.
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  Speaker 1: The happy thoughts are swiftly past, My frightened brain forbids
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  Speaker 1: them stay, Dear London seems so far away, And far away,
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  Speaker 1: my well-loved friends, Each second my existence ends In my
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  Speaker 1: disordered mind. whose pace i cannot check its cog-wheels race
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  Speaker 1: like some ungoverned whirring clock when frenziedly it runs amok
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  Speaker 1: i have resolved that i will climb a certain height
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  Speaker 1: how slow seems time as on its sluggish pivot creeps
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  Speaker 1: the laggard finger-point which keeps the truthful record oh how
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  Speaker 1: slow towards the clouds i seem to go and then
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  Speaker 1: ambition gains its mark at last the little finger o'er
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  Speaker 1: the point has passed i can descend again with conscience
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  Speaker 1: clear and end this battle with persistent fear the engine's
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  Speaker 1: clamour dies there is no sound save whistling wires as
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  Speaker 1: towards the ground i gently float my agony is gone
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  Speaker 1: what peace is mine as i go gliding on calm
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  Speaker 1: after storm contentment after pain soft sleep to some tempestuous
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  Speaker 1: burning brain the soothing harbor after foamy seas the gentle
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  Speaker 1: feeling of a perfect ease all all are mine though
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  Speaker 1: yet by gusts distressed near is the ground and with
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  Speaker 1: the ground comes rest above the trees i glide above
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  Speaker 1: the grass above the snow besprinkled earth i pass i
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  Speaker 1: touch the ground run swift along and stop above the
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  Speaker 1: wheel my tired shoulders drop i leave my seat and
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  Speaker 1: slowly move away cold is the wind the clouds are
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  Speaker 1: gray i only wish my room to gain and in
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  Speaker 1: some book forget my pain, and lose myself in fancied
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  Speaker 1: dreams across Titania's golden streams. France, 1917. End of section six.
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  Speaker 1: The Horrors of Flying. Section seven. of the dawn patrol
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  Speaker 1: and other poems of an aviator dreams of autumn when
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  Speaker 1: through the heat of some long afternoon in blazing august
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  Speaker 1: on the grass i lie and watch the white clouds
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  Speaker 1: move across the sky on whose azure is faintly etched
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  Speaker 1: the moon that when the evening deepens will be soon
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  Speaker 1: the brightest figure of those hosts on high my heart
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  Speaker 1: is discontented and i sigh for autumn and its vapours
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  Speaker 1: till i swoon upon the vision of october days in
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  Speaker 1: dreaming london when each mighty tree sheds daily more brown
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  Speaker 1: showers through the haze which lends each street romance and
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  Speaker 1: mystery when pallid silver sunshine only gleams on that grey
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  Speaker 1: lover's city of sweet dreams. I Love Grain, 1916 End
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  Speaker 1: of Section 7 Dreams of Autumn Section 8 of The
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  Speaker 1: Dawn Patrol and Other Poems of an Aviator To Carlton Berry,
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  Speaker 1: Killed in an Aeroplane Accident, July 1916 It was thy will,
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  Speaker 1: O God, and so he died. For seventeen sweet years
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  Speaker 1: he was a child upon whose grace thy lovingkindness smiled.
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  Speaker 1: for he was clean and full of youthful pride and
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  Speaker 1: when his years drew on then thou denied that he
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  Speaker 1: by man's estate should be defiled and so thou call'st
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  Speaker 1: him to thy presence mild to be with thee for
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  Speaker 1: ever by thy side nor is he dead he lives
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  Speaker 1: in three great spheres his soul is with thee in
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  Speaker 1: thy home above, his influence with friends of former years,
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  Speaker 1: his memory with those he used to love. He is
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  Speaker 1: an emblem of that Trinity with whom he lives in
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  Speaker 1: happy ecstasy. I Love Grain, 1916. End of section 8.
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  Speaker 1: To Carlton Berry Section 9 of The Dawn Patrol and
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  Speaker 1: Other Poems of an Aviator by Paul Boucher. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. London in May Two
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  Speaker 1: long full years have passed since I have smelt sweet
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  Speaker 1: London in this happy month of May. Last year relentless
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  Speaker 1: war bore me away to Imbros Isle, Where six sad
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  Speaker 1: months I dwelt beneath a birch tree. sun, nor ever
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  Speaker 1: felt one breath of gentle spring blow o'er the bay,
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  Speaker 1: between whose sun-dried hills so long I lay, a restless captive.
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  Speaker 1: Now has fortune dealt more kindly with me, Once again
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  Speaker 1: I know the drowsy languor of the afternoons, the soft
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  Speaker 1: white clouds, the may-trees whiter snow, the star-bound evenings, and
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  Speaker 1: the ivory moons. My heart, dear God, leaps up till
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  Speaker 1: it is pain with thanks to thee that I am
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  Speaker 1: here again. London End of section 9 LONDON IN MAY
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  Speaker 1: A FALLEN LEAF When death has crossed my name from
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  Speaker 1: out the roll of dreaming children serving in this war,
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  Speaker 1: and with these earthly eyes i gaze no more upon
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  Speaker 1: sweet england's grace perhaps my soul will visit streets down
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  Speaker 1: which i used to stroll at sunset charmed dusks when
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  Speaker 1: london's roar like ebbing surf on some atlantic shore would
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  Speaker 1: trance the ear then may i hear no toll of
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  Speaker 1: heavy bells to burden all the air with tuneless grief
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  Speaker 1: for happy will i be What place on earth could
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  Speaker 1: ever be more fair than God's own presence? Mourn not
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  Speaker 1: then for me, nor write, I pray. He gave, upon
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  Speaker 1: my clod, his life to England, but his soul to God.
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  Speaker 1: I Love Sheppey, 1917. I stood one azure dusk in
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  Speaker 1: old Auxerre, Before the grey cathedral's towering height, and in
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  Speaker 1: the eastern darkness very fair i saw a little star
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  Speaker 1: that twinkled bright how small it looked beside the mighty
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  Speaker 1: pile whose stone was rosy with the western glow a
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  Speaker 1: little star i pondered for a while and then the
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  Speaker 1: solemn truth began to know that tiny star was some
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  Speaker 1: enormous fear the great cathedral was anatomy. So often when
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  Speaker 1: great trouble looms so near, that God shines in our minds,
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  Speaker 1: but distantly. If we but thought our grief would seem
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  Speaker 1: so small, that we would see that God's great love
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  Speaker 1: was all. France, 1917. End of section 11. The Star
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  Speaker 1: section twelve of the dawn patrol and other poems of
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  Speaker 1: an aviator islington here slow decay with creeping finger peals
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  Speaker 1: the yellow plaster from the grimy walls like leprous lichen
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  Speaker 1: day by day which falls and day by day more
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  Speaker 1: rotting stone reveals here are old mournful squares through which
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  Speaker 1: there steals no cheerful music or the heedless calls of
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  Speaker 1: laughing children and the smoke which crawls across the sky
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  Speaker 1: the heavy silence seals Lean, blackened trees stretch up their
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  Speaker 1: withered boughs behind the rusty railings, prison-bound. In vain they
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  Speaker 1: seek the summer sunlight's gold in which their long-dead fathers
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  Speaker 1: used to drowse. For pallid terraces lie far around in
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  Speaker 1: gloomy sadness, ever growing old. Ochi-les-Bains, 1917 End of section 12. Islington.
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  Speaker 1: Section 13 of The Dawn Patrol and Other Poems of
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  Speaker 1: an Aviator by Paul Boucher. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Country Beautiful i love the little
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  Speaker 1: daisies on the lawn which contemplate with wide and placid
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  Speaker 1: eyes the blue and white enamel of the skies the
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  Speaker 1: larks which sing their matin song at dawn high o'er
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  Speaker 1: the earth and see the new day born all stained
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  Speaker 1: with amethyst and amber dyes i love the shadowy woodlands
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  Speaker 1: hidden prize of fragrant violets which the dewy morn doth
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  Speaker 1: open gently underneath the trees to cast elusive perfume on
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  Speaker 1: each hour the waving clover full of drowsy bees that
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  Speaker 1: take their murmurous way from flower to flower who could
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  Speaker 1: but think deep in some sun-flecked glade how God must
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  Speaker 1: love these things that he has made. East Church, 1916.
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  Speaker 1: End of section 13. The Country Beautiful. Section 14 of
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  Speaker 1: The Dawn Patrol and Other Poems of an Aviator by
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  Speaker 1: Paul Boucher this librivox recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 1: chelsea how many of those youths who consecrate their lives
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  Speaker 1: to art and worship at her shrine and sacrifice their
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  Speaker 1: early hours and late in serving her exacting whims divine
• 36:42
  Speaker 1: have gathered in old chelsea's shaded peace whose faint elusive
• 36:48
  Speaker 1: charm and gentle airs bring inspiration fresh and sweet release
• 36:54
  Speaker 1: from trouble's haunting shapes and goblin cares o tree embowered
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  Speaker 1: hamlet whose domain sleeps in the arms of london quietly
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  Speaker 1: whose sparrow-haunted roads and squares serene From all the stress
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  Speaker 1: of life seem ever free. Oh, are you more than
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  Speaker 1: just a passing dream Beside the city's slim and lovely stream?
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  Speaker 1: Luc C. Lebin, 1917 End of section 14 Chelsea Section
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  Speaker 1: 15 of the dawn patrol and other poems of an
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  Speaker 1: aviator by paul boucher this librivox recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain k l h died of wounds received at
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  Speaker 1: the dardanelles where stern gray busts of gods and heroes
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  Speaker 1: old frown down upon the corridors chill stone on which
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  Speaker 1: the sunbeam's amber pale is thrown from leaf-fringed windows one
• 38:11
  Speaker 1: of quiet mould gazed long at those white chronicles which
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  Speaker 1: told of honours that the stately school had known he
• 38:22
  Speaker 1: read the names and wondered if his own would ever
• 38:26
  Speaker 1: grace the walls in letters bold he knew not that
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  Speaker 1: he for the school would gain a greater honour with
• 38:35
  Speaker 1: a greater price That no long years of work, but
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  Speaker 1: bitter pain, And his rich life he was to sacrifice,
• 38:45
  Speaker 1: Not in a university's grey peace, But on the hilly,
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  Speaker 1: sun-baked Cursonese. H.M.S. Manica, Dardanelles, 1915. End of section 15. K.L.H.
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  Speaker 1: Section 16 of The Dawn Patrol and Other Poems of
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  Speaker 1: an Aviator by Paul Boucher. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Fringe of Heaven. Now have I
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  Speaker 1: left the world and all its tears, and high above
• 39:30
  Speaker 1: the sunny cloud-banks fly, alone in all this vast and
• 39:35
  Speaker 1: lonely sky, this limpid space in which the myriad spheres
• 39:41
  Speaker 1: go thundering on, whose song God only hears high in
• 39:46
  Speaker 1: his heavens. Ah, how small seem i and yet i
• 39:51
  Speaker 1: know he hears my little cry down there among mankind's
• 39:57
  Speaker 1: cruel jest and sneers and i forget the grief which
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  Speaker 1: i have known and i forgive the mockers and their
• 40:06
  Speaker 1: jest and in this mighty solitude alone i taste the
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  Speaker 1: joys of everlasting rest which I shall know when I
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  Speaker 1: have passed away to live in heaven's never-fading day. Written
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  Speaker 1: in the air. End of section 16. The Fringe of Heaven.
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  Speaker 1: Section 17 of The Dawn Patrol and Other Poems of
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  Speaker 1: an Aviator by Paul Boucher This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Three Triolets. Colors. How bright is Earth's
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  Speaker 1: rich gown! None but an airman knows. Yellow and green
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: and brown. How bright is Earth's rich gown! I see,
• 41:04
  Speaker 1: as I gaze down, It's purple, cream, and rose. How
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  Speaker 1: bright is Earth's rich gown! none but an airman knows
• 41:16
  Speaker 1: the sea sad is the lonely sea so vast and
• 41:22
  Speaker 1: smooth and gray it stretches far from me sad is
• 41:28
  Speaker 1: the lonely sea its cheerful colors flee before the fading
• 41:34
  Speaker 1: day sad is the lonely sea so vast and smooth
• 41:41
  Speaker 1: and gray Dissolution. You mortals see the sky. I only
• 41:48
  Speaker 1: see the ground, as through the air I fly. You
• 41:53
  Speaker 1: mortals see the sky, and yet with envy sigh, because
• 41:58
  Speaker 1: to earth you're bound. You mortals see the sky. I
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  Speaker 1: only see the ground. Written in the air. End of
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  Speaker 1: section 17 Three Triolets. Section 18 of The Dawn Patrol
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  Speaker 1: and Other Poems of an Aviator by Paul Boucher. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Cloud Thoughts Above
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  Speaker 1: the clouds I sailed, above the clouds and wish my
• 42:40
  Speaker 1: mind above its clouds could climb as well and leave
• 42:45
  Speaker 1: behind the world and all its crowds and ever dwell
• 42:49
  Speaker 1: in such a calm and limpid solitude with ne'er a
• 42:54
  Speaker 1: breath unkind or harsh or rude to break the spell
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  Speaker 1: with ne'er a thought to drive away the golden splendor
• 43:04
  Speaker 1: of the day Alone and lost beneath the tranquil blue.
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  Speaker 1: My God, with you! Written in an aeroplane. End of
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  Speaker 1: section 18. Cloud Thoughts. Section 19 of The Dawn Patrol
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  Speaker 1: and Other Poems of an Aviator by Paul Boucher This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Autumn Regrets That
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  Speaker 1: I were Keats, and with a golden pen could for
• 43:45
  Speaker 1: all time preserve these golden days in rich and glowing verse,
• 43:50
  Speaker 1: for poorer men, who felt their wonder, but could only
• 43:54
  Speaker 1: gaze with silent joy upon sweet autumn's face, and not
• 43:58
  Speaker 1: record in any wise its grace. Alas! but i am
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: even dumb as they i cannot bid the fleeting hours
• 44:08
  Speaker 1: stay nor chain one moment on a page's space that
• 44:14
  Speaker 1: i were then with a haunting air of murmurs soft
• 44:19
  Speaker 1: and swelling grand refrains would i express my love of
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  Speaker 1: autumn fair with all its wealth of harvest and warm
• 44:28
  Speaker 1: rains and with fantastic melodies inspire a memory of each
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: mad sunset's fire in which the day goes slowly to
• 44:37
  Speaker 1: its death as through the fragrant wood's dim evening's breath
• 44:42
  Speaker 1: doth soothe to sleep the drowsy song-bird's choir that i
• 44:47
  Speaker 1: were then september's gold would i store up in painted
• 44:53
  Speaker 1: treasuries that when the world seemed gray i could behold
• 44:57
  Speaker 1: its blazing color with sweet memories and each illusive color
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: would be mine that decorates these afternoons benign ah then
• 45:08
  Speaker 1: i could enshrine each fleeting hue which dyes the woodland
• 45:13
  Speaker 1: and enslave the blue of sky and haze with genius
• 45:17
  Speaker 1: divine how sad these wishes when i have no art
• 45:23
  Speaker 1: of poetry or music or of brush with which to
• 45:27
  Speaker 1: calm the swelling of my heart by capturing the misty
• 45:32
  Speaker 1: country's hush in muted violins i cannot hymn the shadowy
• 45:38
  Speaker 1: silence of the copses dim nor can i paint september's
• 45:43
  Speaker 1: sky-crowned hills gone then the wonder which my vision fills
• 45:50
  Speaker 1: when all the earth is bound by winter grim. Westgate.
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  Speaker 1: End of section 19. Autumn Regrets. Section 20 of The
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  Speaker 1: Boucher to hilda on her seventeenth birthday now has rich
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  Speaker 1: time brought you a gift of gold a long sweet
• 46:28
  Speaker 1: year which you can shape at will and deck with
• 46:32
  Speaker 1: roses warm or with the chill and heartless lilies god
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  Speaker 1: gives strength to mould our days and lives with fingers
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  Speaker 1: firm and bold and make them noble straight and clean
• 46:46
  Speaker 1: from ill though few are willing and their years they
• 46:50
  Speaker 1: fill with dross which they regret when they are old
• 46:55
  Speaker 1: what splendid hours of your life are these when youth
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  Speaker 1: and childhood wander hand in hand and give you freely
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  Speaker 1: all which best can please laughter and friends and dreams
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  Speaker 1: of fairyland mourn not the seasons passed with useless tears
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  Speaker 1: but greet the pleasure of the coming years france nineteen
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  Speaker 1: seventeen and of section twenty to hilda on her seventeenth
• 47:27
  Speaker 1: birthday section twenty one of the dawn patrol and other
• 47:37
  Speaker 1: poems of an aviator by paul boucher clouds tis strange
• 47:49
  Speaker 1: to leave this world of woods and hills this world
• 47:53
  Speaker 1: of little farms and shady mills of fields and water-meadows
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: fair upon some sad and shadowy day when all the
• 48:03
  Speaker 1: skies are overcast and grey, and climb up through the
• 48:08
  Speaker 1: gloomy air, and ever hurry. higher still and higher till
• 48:14
  Speaker 1: underneath you lies a far-flung shire all sober hued beneath
• 48:19
  Speaker 1: the ceiling pale of crawling clouds whose barrier soon you
• 48:25
  Speaker 1: reach and through their clammy vapors swiftly sail their chill
• 48:31
  Speaker 1: defences hoping soon to breach to see no skies above
• 48:37
  Speaker 1: no ground below and in that nothingness tossed to and
• 48:41
  Speaker 1: fro is no sweet moment will it never cease climbing
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  Speaker 1: and diving thrown from side to side all suddenly there
• 48:53
  Speaker 1: comes a sense of peace and o'er a wondrous scenery
• 48:57
  Speaker 1: we glide oh what a splendour deep the cloudless blue
• 49:02
  Speaker 1: whose sparkling azure has a gorgeous hue on earth you
• 49:07
  Speaker 1: know not flaming bright the sun which shines upon a
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  Speaker 1: landscape snowy white with all its power of unsullied light
• 49:17
  Speaker 1: deep in the shadowy valleys do we run and then
• 49:21
  Speaker 1: above the towering summits soar and see for far-thrown miles
• 49:26
  Speaker 1: yet more and more great mountain ranges rolling white and
• 49:32
  Speaker 1: soft with shadowy passes cool and huge and dim where
• 49:37
  Speaker 1: surely angels wonder as they hymn their happy songs which
• 49:43
  Speaker 1: wing their way aloft to him who made the sun
• 49:47
  Speaker 1: the azure deep and all this gleaming land of peace
• 49:52
  Speaker 1: and sleep alone i wonder o'er this virgin land all
• 49:58
  Speaker 1: all for me below the ploughman plods along his furrows
• 50:04
  Speaker 1: and with restless hand the sower hurls his seed among
• 50:08
  Speaker 1: the clods they cannot see the sun gray is their
• 50:12
  Speaker 1: sky i see the sun the heavens blue on high
• 50:19
  Speaker 1: but i am human and must e'en descend i bid
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  Speaker 1: farewell to all this lovely scene and plunge deep in
• 50:28
  Speaker 1: a cloud. When will it end, this hazy voyage? See,
• 50:34
  Speaker 1: the checkered green, the scattered farmsteads, and the quiet sea,
• 50:39
  Speaker 1: sunless and dim, come hurrying up to me. France, 1917.
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  Speaker 1: End of section 21. Clouds. End of The Dawn Patrol
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  Speaker 1: and Other Poems of an Aviator by Paul Boucher