Classic Poem

A shimmer, a glimmer beside the stream;
Blue flame, green flame, jewels of a dream;
Emeralds that quiver above the water weeds;
Sapphires that shiver among the spear-like reeds.
Gems that have wings, that chase and float and rise;
Gems of June's casket — dragonflies.

Over sky-fields, down streams of windy space
Hover great aeroplanes that swoop and chase.
Surely the war gods shout to hear them hum —
" Brother! Young gods with thunderbolts are come.
Greater than we, yet wearing man's disguise,
Sons of Thor's breed who ride on dragonflies. "