...Sky Ways...

Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 34, 4 March 1932, Unnumbered Page

...Sky Ways...

tet ieeineenecnial There is a frail, ethereal land of wonder, IVhere only caravans of winds may roast, Among the purple cloud peaks of the thunder, Along pale strands of dawn, Where flooding day Makes jewelled foam. There are lagoons of evening, Inlets of the sunset, Spindrift of golden seas on cloudy bars, Dark shoals awash with silver of the moonrise, And still blue wastes of twilight Flowered with stars. Cloud bergs there are That drift through seas of starlight, Cloud coasts a-froth with moonlight, Cloudy floes, And far horizons chained with windrowed mountains Flushed to rose. Oh! for a dim dream galleon To sail the sky always, Following the swift tide of the day withdrawn, Past sunset islands, into starlight, on And then Up some pale primrose inlet

Into the dawn!

D.

P.