Air's Spiritual Identifying
Of one, cloud-throned eternal
Untiringly what is
In breathing out, breathed by all.
Freely. Lifts freedom's urge.
Of the many, that whipped up
Now cold, ahead of this;
Storm-rode as drove, devilish.
Ran from! A frightful surge!
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