Ambrose Bierce

On the Wedding of the Aeronaut

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Aeronaut, you're fairly caught,
Despite your bubble's leaven: Out of the skies a lady's eyes
Have brought you down to Heaven!

No more, no more you'll freely soar
Above the grass and gravel: Henceforth you'll walk--and she will chalk
The line that you're to travel!

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