Oh heavenly feet of The Hot Cloud! Bringer
Of the garnered airs. Herald of the shining rains!
Looser of the locked and lusty winds from their misty caves.
Opener of the thousand thousand-gloried doors twixt heaven
And heaven and Heaven’s heaven. Oh thou whose play
Men make to do their work (Why do their work?)
—And call from holidays of space, sojourns
Of suns and moons, and lock to earth
(Why lock to earth?)
That the Dead Face may flash across the seas