21. There Is A Wind That From Heaven Hath Flown

 

There is a Wind that from Heaven hath flown,
And is descending on our industry,
Such factories of Earth those above us espy.
‘Tis King Arthur – there he stands with a glass blown crown,
First admonition that the sky fell down,
A few are near him still, and now this guy,
He has it to himself, it’s all his own.
O forgive me Ishtar! A digest wrought
Within me, when I asked her for a light,
A moment I was startled at the sight,
And while I gazed there came to me a thought,
That beyond the sea there is a desert seed,
As you seem to remind, that one day freed
Some Mélusine, for whom our clothes removed.
My soul, an aspiration to that deed,
Treads here, in steps, would Sultan yet improve.