Italian Planes at Rest on Lake Michigan

Eagles of Italy, from hill and arbor

They took their perilous flight, to nestle softly

Down one by one upon the darkening water,

In a strange harbor,

Spreading their jade-green pinions on the waves.

The restless towers and spires behold their sleeping.

O shadowy caravan,

Sleep, and sleep well

This your first night upon our rocking water,

Anchored armada of the hopes of man!

Agnes Lee

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