Water-Plane flight

Because of all the little things —
Little fair earth and little sea! —
On the same roaring little wings
That held and lifted me,
I would come back to earth again,
Closer to little lives of men,
I would come back to little dreams
After the high reality.

Because of that loud, azure flight,
I shall dream nearer God to-night.
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