Youth in the Skies
These who were children yesterday
Now move in lovely flight,
Swift-glancing as the shooting stars
That cleave the summer night;
A moment flashed, they came and went,
Horizons rise and fall,
The speed of valour lifts them up
And strength obeys their call.
The downs below are breathing peace
With thyme and butterflies,
And sheep at pasture in the shade–
And now from English skies
These who were children yesterday
Look down with other eyes;
Man’s desperate folly was not theirs
But theirs the sacrifice.
Old men may wage a war of words,
Another race are these,
Who flash to glory dawn and night
Above the starry seas.
