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/ So still lay the city, / So very quietly it slept, / That from high in the west / I heard the honking of geese / Winging southward.
Yearningly I listened / As they swept over, / Yearningly I cried -- / O wild things, that I / Could fly as do you! / Then out of the silent darkness, / Like a flying star, / Flashed a plane / With its skyborne humans.
And all of a sudden / I remembered that I, too, / Could take to wings.