XV

Mons Olympus! Descending then the thundering planets

Rings would be closed o circle dance and yet silence a flash

That in the dark is a fire where quietly dies the cry of a man

Mons Olympus! we step storm and thin air and there screams

Orcanus who danced around Io the beloved of the God

And you Vulcan sang for Io torn apart so early

Storm when you chased the trees drunken night at the begin

I descended the shaking mount Mons Olympus at night

Circling the planets, sun and the moon it was begin and old sight

Dancing the winds and you Putagorium to hot light