NIGHT TAKE OFF
Beneath our wheels the flares and glim-lamps race,
Each gooseneck stretching taut,then only space
Descends as now the leading- lights are past
And three- dimensioned darkness holds us fast.
We are of night and night hugs close her own,
The long black caverns of her sleeves are thrown
Around us and she bids the circling clouds
Encompass us with vapour as with shrouds