i stood beside a pool from whence ascended
mounting the cloudy platforms of the wind
a stately heron its soaring i attended
till it grew dim and i with watching blind
when lo a shaft of arrowy light descended
upon its darkness and its dim attire
it straightway kindled them and was afire
and with the unconsuming radiance blended
and bird a cloud flecking the sunny air
it had its golden dwelling 'mid the lightning