OXEN OF THE SUN
"Them all being gone, a glance of motherwit helping, he whispers close in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?
The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum. God's air, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Breathe it deep into thee." (U14.1404)
The storkbird had come a few days earlier, June 3rd 1904, for a woman in Argentina :)