“Give me the wings, magician. So their tune
Mix with the silver trumpets of the moon
And, beyond music mounting, clean outrun
The golden diapason of the sun.
There is a secret that the birds are learning
Where the long lanes in heaven have a turning
And no man yet has followed ; therefore these
Laugh hauntingly across our usual seas
I’ll not be mocked by curlews in the sky ;
Give me the wings magician, or I die…”
from The First Airman, Humbert Wolfe
(photo of the Schreck Eindecker, Diapason II, 1911)
*finger snaps*