Richard Butler Glaenzer,
Poet Lore
(1916)
“ Shafts that are swift as the light but more sober, Wraiths of the sea’s or the sky’s autumn grey! Away from the love of the north that elates you! Off to the feast of the south that awaits you! Flutter and rise with the joy that translates you To sprites of the air from creatures of clay! Onward, onward, spirits of fleetness! . . . Faster . . . faster! . . . speedier . . . ”
