THE TEMPEST
Wide-winged, many-throated,
Colossal, sublime,
I come and am coated
With feathers of Time.
I hear the deep note, head
My pinions to climb,
The roar of devoted
Large limbs of the mine
That mocks the loud lords of Olympus; we mingle; I
wake.
I come with the sound of a snake.
ORPHEUS
O storm many-winded,
O life of the air,
Thou angry and blinded
Hast sky for thy share.
O mother deep-minded,
My lyre to my prayer
Responds, and the elements answer or ever my soul is aware.
Ye powers of deep water
And sea-running bays,
Earth’s fugitive daughter
In deep-riven ways,
Enamoured of slaughter,
A mirage of grays,
Deep blues, and pale greens unbegotten, I turn to your
lyrical praise. ,
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