And there were the stars, and the sea, and the sun coming up out of the sea.
And I went mad with the wind’s song.
Then I chanted my ardor to the air—
But it came back clanging about my ears:
The stars were too near,
I was compressed between horizons;
I choked in the wind and the sun!
In my wrath I strode back to men
And smote the husks asunder.
From them came forth