light-winged smoke, icarian bird, melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, lark without song, and messenger of dawn, circling above the hamlets as thy nest; or else, departing dream, and shadowy form of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; by night star-veiling, and by day darkening the light and blotting out the sun; go thou my incense upward from this hearth, and ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.