Beauty
Today's poem of the day, via the Minstrels.
A Newer Kingdom
The men who billow down the sea in ships
Have earned these ages tributes justly high;
But now is newly told on people's lips
Of men in airy craft who seek the sky.
Flung freely through their newer kingdom won,
Clean wings describe the geometric arc,
And hurtle down the starlight to the dark
Or gambol with the spear-shafts of the sun.
A newer kingdom and a newer race -
They spurn with pride the lowly creed of earth,
And glory in the boundlessness of space,
Where worlds through aeons past have leapt to birth.
Though mortal span is told in numbered weeks
They brush eternity with youthful cheeks.
Anonymous
Too lovely not to share. The guest who submitted this said it put him in mind of Yeats' "An Irish Airman Forsees His Death", but I think it pairs better with "High Flight", one of my favorite poems of all time.
A Newer Kingdom
The men who billow down the sea in ships
Have earned these ages tributes justly high;
But now is newly told on people's lips
Of men in airy craft who seek the sky.
Flung freely through their newer kingdom won,
Clean wings describe the geometric arc,
And hurtle down the starlight to the dark
Or gambol with the spear-shafts of the sun.
A newer kingdom and a newer race -
They spurn with pride the lowly creed of earth,
And glory in the boundlessness of space,
Where worlds through aeons past have leapt to birth.
Though mortal span is told in numbered weeks
They brush eternity with youthful cheeks.
Anonymous
Too lovely not to share. The guest who submitted this said it put him in mind of Yeats' "An Irish Airman Forsees His Death", but I think it pairs better with "High Flight", one of my favorite poems of all time.