The Fumigation from Myrrh.

Aerial clouds, thro' heaven's resplendent plains
Who wander, parents of prolific rains;
Who nourish fruits, whose watery frames are hurled,
By winds impetuous, round the mighty world;
All-thundering, lion-roaring, flashing fire,
In Air's wide bosom, bearing thunders dire:
Impelled by every stormy, sounding gale,
With rapid course, along the skies ye fail.
With blowing wind your watery frames I call,
On mother Earth with fruitful showers to fall.

Translated by Thomas Taylor.