But Eye peered down; and It quailed at the Eye; and Nakéd Truth said: “Lost.”
And Eye went out. But It might not move; for, droned in the dark, It heard
The Second Song of the Killer-men—word upon awful word
Cleaving the void with a shrill, keen sound like the wings of a pouncing bird.
THE SONG OF THE CRASHING WING
Higher than tinselled heaven,
Lower than angels dare,
Loop to the fray, swoop on their prey,
The Killers of the Air.