Orphic Hymn 21

To The Clouds

THE FUMIGATION FROM MYRRH. Aerial Clouds, thro’ heav’ns resplendent plains Who wander, parents of prolific rains; Who nourish fruits, whose wat’ry frames are hurl’d, By winds impetuous, round the mighty world. Loud-sounding, lion-roaring, flashing fire, In Air’s wide bosom bearing thunders dire: Impell’d by each sonorous stormy gale, With rapid course along the skies ye sail. With gentle gales your wat’ry frames I call, On mother Earth with fruitful show’rs to fall.