Full Circle Panuela ?

[Salvianus]

It's from 'The Last Hero' by G.K.Chesterton:

The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,
With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,
Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.
Feast in my hall, O foeman, and eat and drink and drain,
You never loved the sun in heaven as I have loved the rain.


Over-blown and over-fond of alliteration as it is, there a few good phrases for the re-enactor :-) )

Full text on my journal: The Last Hero