JLhe four TOinDe of t)eaven 



Blowing to tatters the lace-robe of mist 

 Slipped from the shoulders of Night, 

 Joy in the breath of ye, — ^Wine in the veins of ye, 



Life, and a new ^/t^^V ^^'^ \ 



Resurrection. 



// VI fv^ 



THE BREATH OF AUSTER, THE SOUTH WIND 



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Z 



Summer 



A chanot swift for every god. 

 To Phoebus' car, soaring far 

 Cling I,— the South Wind. 

 y ^ Hot the morning, burning the noon, 

 Y j / Yet must I cling and swing 



A f Sucked on by the tongue of the flame. 

 ^ Whirling we fly 

 Phoebus and I ^ 

 Challenging Heaven 

 Burning the sky. 

 Ah, Spring so green 

 I'll scorch thy sheen 

 With a breath to remember. 



Too reckless even for the gods, 

 See Phaeton cast to Earth at last 

 His chariot a-smoulder. 

 Quickly now to escape flee I 



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