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come cavalier plumes of Cirrus And huge ethereal winged birds, Drifting, wheeling. |
Suddenly
a fist is there, Mighty Thor in his realm of air? Preparing his thunder. |
The
curtain falls with a gleaming frieze Of scarlet and orange through the trees Flooding the eyes. |
This
empyrean spectacle of air Dwarfs our ivy tangles of care, Gives a moment of calm. |