Orphic Hymn 80

To Boreas

THE FUMIGATION FROM FRANKINCENSE. Boreas, whose wintry blasts, terrific, tear The bosom of the deep surrounding air; Cold icy pow’r, approach, and fav’ring blow, And Thrace awhile desert, expos’d to snow: The air’s all-misty dark’ning state dissolve, With pregnant clouds whose frames in show’rs resolve. Serenely temper all within the sky, And wipe from moisture Ether’s splendid eye.