The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes

To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies,

While aged peasants, too amazed for words,

Stare at the flying fleets of wond’rous birds.

England, so long the mistress of the sea,

Where winds and waves confess her sovereignty,

Her ancient triumphs yet on high shall bear,

And reign, the sovereign of the conquered air.

Translated excerpt from Gray’s

Luna Habitabilis (1737)