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A Vision of St. Eligius explained

The speaker describes a turbulent spiritual state, feeling blown between earth and sky like a kite, drenched in dews of selfish agony.

What happens

The speaker describes a turbulent spiritual state, feeling blown between earth and sky like a kite, drenched in dews of selfish agony. He acknowledges that God holds his string, preventing him from being driven into a gulf of silence. He prays to be drawn home, and in a vision, God remolds him from a kite into a strong-winged bird, soaring on every blast.

Themes in this chapter

  • Spiritual Struggle and Doubt

    The speaker's soul is a stifled cry, tossed between earth and sky, experiencing passion and agony.

  • Redemption and Grace

    God draws the speaker home, remolds him, and transforms him into a strong-winged bird.

Characters to notice

  • God

    Holds the speaker's string, stands calm on the door-sill, remolds the kite into a bird.

  • Unknown

    The speaker who is blown about, drenched in dews, and cries out to God.

Key passages

  • I see thy house, but I am blown about, A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky, All out of doors⁠—alas! of thy doors out, And drenched in dews no summer suns can dry.

    I see your home, but I am tossed like a kite mocked by the wind, stuck between heaven and earth, shut out from your doors, soaked in a dew that no summer sun can ever dry.

    The speaker feels exiled and spiritually parched.

  • Lord, thou dost hold my string, else were I driven Down to some gulf where I were tossed no more, No turmoil telling I was not in heaven, No billows raving on a blessed shore.

    Lord, you hold my string, otherwise I would be driven into a silent gulf where there would be no turmoil to prove I am not in heaven, and no waves crashing on a blessed shore.

    God's hold prevents the speaker from falling into a void of silence and despair.

  • In thy remodelling hands thou tak'st thy kite; A moment to thy bosom hold'st me fast. Thou flingest me abroad:⁠—lo, in thy might A strong-winged bird I soar on every blast!

    In your reshaping hands you take your kite; you hold me close to your chest for a moment. Then you throw me out—and see, in your power I become a strong-winged bird, soaring on every gust of wind!

    God transforms the speaker from a helpless kite into a powerful bird.