Poi Che Spiegate. Now That These Wings To Speed My Wish Ascend, The More I Feel Vast Air Beneath My Feet, The More Toward Boundless Air On Pinions Fleet, Spurning The Earth, Soaring To Heaven, I Tend: Nor Makes Them Stoop Their Flight The Direful End Of Daedal'S Son; But Upward Still They Beat:-- What Life The While With My Life Can Compete, Though Dead To Earth At Last I Shall Descend? My Own Heart'S Voice In The Void Air I Hear: Where Wilt Thou Bear Me, O Rash Man? Recall Thy Daring Will! This Boldness Waits On Fear! Dread Not, I Answer, That Tremendous Fall: Strike Through The Clouds, And Smile When Death Is Near, If Death So Glorious Be Our Doom At All!