Gordon Alchin Poems

For every soul
That's claimed by the outraged wind,
Humanity, take toll
In fuller knowledge of the world behind
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I journeyed to the east,
Rolled on the surgent airs of autumn days:
Below, the earth lay creased
With myriad meadows in the morning haze.
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When first the paving of the Road
Rang to the tread of the marching Roman,
And Caesar's legions seaward strode
To find a yet unmastered foeman,-
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Dawn…
And the dewy plain
Awakes to life and sound -
Where on the flying-ground
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THIS is the song of the Plane--
The creaking, shrieking plane,
The throbbing, sobbing plane,
And the moaning, groaning wires:--
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This is the song of the Plane -
The creaking, shrieking plane,
The throbbing, sobbing plane,
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