Afar and high, on wings that feared no wind, <br />The intrepid dragon of espial flew, <br />Unseen at last within the housing blue, <br />And o'er dim provinces at last inclined, <br />Stared from the pinnacles of noon to find <br />The plan and purpose of the war's review— <br />What counsels launched, what jeopardies withdrew. <br />The groping armies, ominous and blind. <br /> <br />Then homed the watcher to its armored nest, <br />Down the cold dome immense and desolate, <br />Where clouds beleaguer and the sunlight chills— <br />Death's herald, bearing to the anxious west <br />The secret of the captains, and the fate <br />Of legions hidden in the deadly hills.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-aeroplane/
