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fOesE Brooklands to Hendon before, he had lost his way soon after leaving the former place. He had to land twice to inquire his whereabouts, and it was not until he had left Hadley Woods that he found MAY 9, 1914. familiar country. He was immensely pleased to be flying again, which, thanks to the artificial leg he has made himself (only two pounds in weight), is now possible. ® ® ® ® TO STONEHENGE. Just an open stretch of desolate hill— And the afterglow from the sinking sun. Everything shadowy, quiet, and still As the moon comes up, when the day is done. Down in the hollows the tropical marsh, With its tangled growth and steamy fume, Is silent, save for occasional harsh Weird cries that pierce the breathless gloom. The years are old, but the world is young, And yet there are creatures that glide on wings Down over the hill where the moon is hung : Vast and uncouth, but they glide upon wings. II. Ages have passed, it is Midsummer morn, And there in the Temple the priests of the Sun Are gathered to wait for the coming of dawn And to hail the approach of the Light-giving One. Out on the desolate side of a hill Perfect and new stand those circles of stone. And the priests have an innocent victim to kill As a sacrifice to the Life-giving One. When the sun is up, and the sacrifice made, A bird from the sky glides down upon wings. The birds have been since Man was made ; They are gentle and timid, but fly, with wings. III. Just an open desolate stretch of hill— And the afterglow from the sinking sun. Everything shadowy, quiet, and still Save for one thing—nay, more than one. Out over the hollows now green and dry Soars a Thing that says in a whirring hum : •' Now are the days when Man can fly After thousands of years. Now / am come !" Out on the desolate side of a hill— Ancient and ruined those circles of stone Stand in the sunset—a temple still : A link with the past and the priests of the Sun. ANONYMOUS. Mr. C. Howard Plitan on the Sopwith "tabloid"just getting off at Brooklands. 486 "Flight" Copyright.
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