Bicycle Diaries: <i>Going down hill on a bicycle</i>

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Going down hill on a bicycle

A Boy's Song
Henry Charles Beeching

With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill

Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift

Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:--
'O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.

'Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy

For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!'

Say, heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?

'Tis more than skating, bound
Steel-shod to the level ground.

Speed slackens now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;

Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,
My feet to the treadles fall.

Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a vale; but still,

Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er,
Shall find wings waiting there.

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