Explore "On the Wedding of an Aëronaut" by Ambrose Bierce on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Aëronaut, you're fairly caught, / Despite your bubble's leaven: / Out of the skies a lady's eyes / Have brought you down to Heaven!
No more, no more you'll freely soar / Above the grass and gravel: / Henceforth you'll walk -- and she will chalk / The line that you're to travel!