ON THE WEDDING OF AN AKRONAUTAkronaut, you're fairly caught,Despite your bubble's leaven:Out of the skies a lady's eyesHave brought you down to Heaven!No more, no more you'll freely soarAbove the grass and gravel:Henceforth you'll walk—and she will chalkThe line that you're to travel!
Akronaut, you're fairly caught,Despite your bubble's leaven:Out of the skies a lady's eyesHave brought you down to Heaven!No more, no more you'll freely soarAbove the grass and gravel:Henceforth you'll walk—and she will chalkThe line that you're to travel!