“With the wings of a bird and the heart of a man he compass'd his flight, And the cities and seas, as he flew, were like smoke at his feet. He lived a great life while we slept, in the dark of the night, And went home by the mariners' road, down the stars' empty street.” MenHeartHomeNightStarsDarkCitiesSeaFeetStreetsBirdEmptyWingsFlightClaritySmokeCompassFlewMarinersEmpty Streets Author:Ernest Rhys
