Chapter 1. A Poet Without Honor
_ CHAPTER ONE. A POET WITHOUT HONOR

Before I die, I‘ll ride the sky；
I‘ll part the clouds like foam.
I‘ll brand each star with the Rolling R,
And lead the Great Bear home.
I‘ll circle Mars to beat the cars,
On Venus I will call.
If she greets me fair as I ride the air,
To meet her I will stall.
I‘ll circle high--as if passing by--
Then volplane, bank, and land.
Then if she‘ll smile I‘ll stop awhile,
And kiss her snow-white hand.
To toast her health and wish her wealth
I‘ll drink the Dipper dry.
Then say, "Hop in, and we‘ll take a spin,
For I‘m a rider of the sky."
Through the clouds we‘ll float in my airplane boat--
Mary V flipped the rough paper over with so little tenderness that a corner tore in her fingers, but the next page was blank. She made a sound suspiciously like a snort, and threw the tablet down on the littered table of the bunk house. After all, what did she car

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