Then Morning spread his aerial wings of gold
over the fading darkness of the night,
though my heartbeats were growing weak and cold,
ecstasy flooded me at the splendid sight!
I forgot the torments of sleepless hours
and the curse of my native latitude,
our eviction from the heavens’ bowers
and the pangs of preordained solitude.
With wings of waxed feathers I followed him,
unmindful of the fate of Icarus!