Man with your stride in the farthest seas, Girdling the earth on a petrol wing, Soaring to wrest from the Pleiades Secrets that mock at your visioning, Your step will lag on the ultimate shore, Your engine stall at the rim of Mars If petals drift to an orchard floor And cattle stand at the pasture bars. The years that lie on the ocean track, That swept your plane into ether's dome Are phantom years -- and your heart is back In April dusk at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |