The Little Aircraft
The little aircraft trudging through night, cloud, rain, Is neither alone nor lost amid the great Inverted ocean of the air, for a lane Invisible gives it intelligence, The crossing needles keep its heading right, The neutrally numbering voices of its friends Make of its blindness blind obedience, From one to another handing its destiny on The stages of the way with course and height Till finally it's funneled in and down Over the beacons along the…… More »
