Poetry in Motion

Verse and prose to lift the cycling spirit.

A piece of whimsy from the pioneering days of riding Ordinaries and Safety cycles captured by H.G. Wells in his novel the Wheels of Chance....


Henry Charles Beeching (1859-1919)


With lifted feet, hands still,

I am poised, and down the hill

Dart, with heedful mind,

The air goes by in a wind


Swifter and yet more swift,

Till the heart with a mighty lift

Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:-

"O bird, see; see, bird, I fly"


"Is this, is this your joy?

O bird, then I, though a boy,

For a golden moment share

Your feathery life in air!"


Say, heart, is there aught like this

In a world that is full of bliss?

Tis more than skating, bound

Steel shod to the level ground


Speed slackens now, I float

Awhile in my airy boat

Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,

My feet to the treadles fall


Alas, that the longest hill

Must end in a vale; but still,

Who climbs with toil, whereso'er,

Shall find wings waiting there.

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