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For ever looked for by those cruel eyes

Which search with far-flung beams the shadowy deep,

And near the wings unending vigil keep

To haunt the lonely airman as he flies?

Have you imagined what it is to know

That if one finds you, all their fierce desire

To see you fall will dog you as you go,

High in a sea of light and bursting fire,

Like some small bird, lit up and blinding white

Which slowly moves across the shell-torn night? Paul Bewsher