by John Vance Cheney
Voyager on golden air,
Type of all that 's fleet and fair,
Stay, forget lost Paradise,
Star-bird fallen from happy skies. —
Vanished! Earth is not his home.
Onward, onward must he roam,
In rapture wrought;
Issue of the soul's desire,
Plumed with beauty and with fire.
Last updated January 14, 2019