Because of all the little things- Little fair earth and little sea! — On the same roaring little wings That held and lifted me, I would come back to earth again, Closer to little lives of men, I would come back to little dreams After the high reality.
Because of that loud, azure flight, I shall dream nearer God to-night.
Leonora Speyer's speaker has just been up in a seaplane, and the poem is about how that flight changes the way she sees ordinary life. From the air, the earth and sea look small, and she repeats the word "little" again and again to show it. Yet she isn't looking down on them. She says she wants to "come back to earth again, / Closer to little lives of men," as if the height has made her tender toward everything below.
The feeling is a mix of awe and warmth. The flight was "loud" and "high," a thrilling "reality" that makes everyday dreams seem small, but it also leaves her gentler and more humble. The last two lines, short and quiet after the long sentence before them, bring a sense of calm. She expects to "dream nearer God" that night, so the mood ends as something close to prayer: exhilaration settling into peaceful wonder.