Whence the ridge in the sky o’ped,
Parted heaven ways like the drifting tide,
Whence they face; fair, beauteous with jewels in thy eyes,
Came before me and spake
Ambrosia for my ears, thy orchestral song:
Whence thy presence threw a relief upon my features
Yearning, grappling for thy touch
Whence hand extended, you lifted my being
Wings heavy with gathering dew:
And before ye I build an altar, oh sky
Where the heavens play and Valhalla sways
Upon the diurnal pinnace to where I fly!
Thy colors, light, heathen, scatter about me
And shroud my soul in thy wondrous enchantment!
Oh to be a dweller of the sky, land and sea
Whence beauty can be admired as Truth weaves in
Roping me to thy solitude, serenity
Building the domes in the sky high, my resting place
Painting the arches, my intricate repast
Dictating my being to thy worship, earthly incense
Is lighted and drifting to you upon the yon verdant breeze
The palate refined: it parts leaving behind
Echoes of the deepest hues woven in with light airy fantasies:
The sky commands, I am thy eremite!
The sky commands; my worship and admiration
And it is to thee, divine being that my escape escapes to
And seals my fleeing breath to roam above the layers of clouds
And beneath the dancing archway of the stars…