Redescend

1650, James Howell, Epistolæ Ho-Elianæ, London: Humphrey Mosely, Letter 53, “A Hymne to the Blessed Trinity,” p. 67, To thee sweet Spirit I return That love wherwith my heart doth burn, And these bless’d notions of my brain I now breath up to thee again, O let them redescend, and still My soul with holy raptures fill.

[…] these vapours rise […] [and] are expanded in the rarefied air before they redescend in the form of clouds and drizzling rain;

[…] the whole troop of marsh-birds rose again, darkening heaven, with a simultaneous whirr; and long after that death yell was still ringing in my brain, silence had re-established its empire, and only the rustle of the redescending birds and the boom of the distant surges disturbed the languor of the afternoon.

I redescended the stairs, umbrella in hand, and slammed the door for the third time.