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35996	Bewsher, Paul	The Dawn Patrol, and other poems of an aviator			.txt	text/plain	5229	586	99	As in the sun's raw heart I swiftly fly, Whose white and gleaming wings beat on through space. Doth stain the fair, green grass, and daisies white This sun-drowsed day for me is darkest night. A lark, deep in the sky's blue sea, Great lights, like flowers, rise and fall: I look deep in their cold blue eye, It lies beneath--my time has come at last For fear to-day is at my heart I feel the air beneath the wings; Dear London seems so far away, And far away my well-loved friends! And watch the white clouds move across the sky, On that grey Lovers' City of Sweet Dreams. The soft white clouds: the may-tree's whiter snow: That we would see that God's great love was all. High o'er the earth, and see the new Day born, And yet I know he hears my little cry They cannot see the sun--grey is their sky,--	./cache/35996.txt	./txt/35996.txt