English poem
On The Wedding Of An Aëronaut
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
Aëronaut, 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!