Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings-
beating color up into it
at a far edge,-beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,-
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,-
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself-is lifted-
bit by bit above the edge
of things,-runs free at last
out into the open-!lumbering
glorified in full release upward-
songs cease.