from The Phoenix
When stars are hid in the western wave, dimmed at dawn
& the dusky night steals darkly away
Then strong of wind, & proud of pinion
It looks over the sea, eagerly over the ocean
For the rising sun. When the Bright blesses and burns
in the heavens, & glides eastward over the wide
Water, & climbs over mountains, & salt streams
The grey bird wings from its woodland tree, swift
Aloft, soars to the sky
(translated by Frank Kuenstler)
