On balanced wing, then swing and float,
Warding off rain, warding off wind,
Like a sea-gull, clad in feathery mail,
Course about on the wings of a god.
He’s surely a god; yet hears he not;
Fierceness gleams from his eye.
Now he looks, now turns—and to me!
Awake, thou explorer of heaven!
Awake, thou sender of Winter’s rain!
The spouse, Ma-ú, of Winter is night;