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.