The stage is set for the actors to pace it,
Aves, breath, pause, gape, blow its crinaline to leight gap,
The eves grading its way through the climes of sound,
Edge of lightness fringe its cleft upon the waves,
The evening shadows abound their light upon the wintery shield,
The rising sun envelopes the approach of the human capsule,
Flying silently holding its place in the rays of space,
The freedom of its vault will always be remembered.