A Poem for the New Year – The Call of the Open

A Poem for the New Year

 

The Call of the Open

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822

Which yet joined not scent to hue,

Crown the pale year weak and new;

When the night is left behind

In the deep east, dun and blind,

And the blue noon is over us,

And the multitudinous

Billows murmur at our feet,

Where the earth and ocean meet,

And all things seem only one

In the universal sun.


From the Operations Team at Atlas Helicopters a prosperous and happy 2019 to you and your family.

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