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And the dewy plain

Awakes to life and sound—

Where on the flying-ground

The ghostly hangars blaze with lights again.

The giant birds of prey

Creep forth to a new day,

And one by one,

As morning gilds the dome,

Leave the grey aerodrome—

The day's begun.

Dusk

And the vanish'd sun

Still streaks the evening skies:

Below, the prone earth lies

Darkened, wherever warring Night has won.

The 'planes, returning, show

Deep black in the afterglow, 111