Seething volcanic fires to play.
A bard I was, my wish alway [[349]]
To call upon the fleeting wind,
With all the force of verse and mind:
“Go forth, and spread around its flame,
From zone to zone with glad acclaim,
And earth to heaven together bind!”
But it I left, and now no more—
Like a tree that is broken and sere—
My natal gods bring the echo clear