Night Bombers
Eastward they climb,black shapes against the grey
Of falling dusk,gone with the nodding day
From English fields.
Not theirs the sudden glow
Of triumph that their fighter -brothers know;
Only to fly through cloud,through storm,through
night
Unerring,and to keep their purpose bright,
Nor turn until,their dreadful duty done,
Westward they climb to race the awakened sun.