On Lake Michigan July 16th
Out of the air they came,
The silver-shining things-
Down to the bright blue water
On strange immovable wings.
They had flown over white peaks
And across the sullen seas.
Lightly they dipped to the lake,
As if pausing on bended knees.
Three days and nights they hovered,
Like moonflower moths at rest-
Heralds of the new era
Vowed to heroic quest.
And then, one misty morning,
They lifted and soared away.
The world was still when they left us,
And empty was the day.
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