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When the last faint red of the day is dead	A
And the dim far heaven is lit	B
With the silvern cars	C
Of the orient stars	C
And the winged winds whimper and flit	B
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Then I rise through the dome of my aerodrome	D
Like a giant eagle in flight	E
And I take my place	F
In the vengeful race	F
With the sinister fleets of night	E
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As I rise and rise in the cloudy skies	G
No sound in the silence is heard	H
Save the lonesome whirr	I
Of my engine's purr	I
Like the wings of a monster bird	H
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And naught is seen save the vault serene	J
Of the vasty realms of night	E
That vanish aloof	K
To eternity's roof	K
As I mount in my ominous flight	E
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And I float and pause in the fleecy gauze	L
Like a bird in a nest of down	M
While 'neath me in deeps	L
Of blackness sleeps	L
The far vast London town	M
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But I am not here like a silvern sphere	I
To glory the deeps of space	L
But a sentinel I	N
In this tower of the sky	N
Scanning the dim deep's face	L
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For sudden afar like a luminous star	I
Or a golden horn of the moon	O
Or a yellow leaf	P
Of the forest's grief	P
When the autumn winds are atune	O
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There is borne on my sight down the spaces of night	E
By the engines of evilment sped	A
That wonderful rare	I
Vast ship of the air	I
Beautiful ominous dread	A
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One instant she floats most magic of boats	L
Illusive implacable there	I
Throned angel of ill	Q
On her crystal built hill	Q
O'er a people's defenceless despair	I
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Then sudden I rise like a bolt through the skies	L
To the very dim roofs of the world	R
Till down in the grey	I
I see my grim prey	I
Like a pallid gold leaf uncurled	R
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And I hover and swing until swiftly I spring	S
And drop like a falling star	I
And again and again	O
My death dealing rain	O
Hurl to the deeps afar	I
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Then I hover and listen till I see the far glisten	O
Of a flame flash blanching the night	R
And I know that my hate	R
That has lain in wait	R
Has won in the grim air fight	R
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Then I curve and slant while my engines pant	R
And the wings of my great bird tame	T
While the sinister Hun	O
In his ill undone	O
Goes out in a blinding flame	T

William Wilfred Campbell

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