��MEN HAVE WINGS AT LAST
(Air-Craft and the War)
" Wolf, Wolf-stay-at-home,
Prowler, — scout,
Clanless and castaways,
And ailing with the drought.
Out from your hidings, — hither to the call ;
Lift up your eyes to the high wind-fall !
Lift up your eyes from the poisoned spring ;
Overhead, — overhead ! The dragon Thing,
— What should it bring ?
— Poising on the wing ? "
" Wolf, Wolf, Old one, I saw it, even I. Yesterday, yesterday, the Thing came by Prowling at the outpost of the last lean wood, By the gray waste ashes where the minster stood ; And out through the cloister where the belfry fronts The market-place, and the town was once ; High, — high above the bright wide square And the folk all flocking together, unaware, The Thing-with-the-wings came there.
Brother \'ulture saw it
And called me, as it passed :
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