Excerpt from The Dawn Patrol: And Other Poems of an Aviator And now appears beneath the milk-white haze A little fleet of anchored ships, which lie In clustered company, And seem as they are yet fast bound by sleep, Although the day has long begun to peep, With red-inflamed eye, Along the still, deserted ocean ways. The fresh, cold wind Of dawn blows on my face As in the sun's raw heart I swiftly fly, And watch the seas glide by. Scarce human seem 1, moving through the skies, And far removed from warlike enterprise Like some great gull on high Whose white and gleaming wings beat on through space. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.