All English Sonnets
I used to think in childhood, note it please:
The aviators are a sheltered lot;
Their lives are full of pleasure and of ease,
(I knew not what is true, what is not.)
No worry of hard labor, till myself,
I joined their ranks and come to know the truth-
Of jovial, gay abandon. Hate of pelf
Which they display is born of love and Ruth.
And dedication and their excellence
Is born of rigid discipline in their art,
And outward ease and wild exuberance
Are sings of sacred worship of their heart.
Like Vedic scholars dedicated, they,
Do toil and sweat but with a visage gay.