Joakim Bergen

To Helios

Helios! Blest Father, lightweaver;

Pull Your orb out of the sky, ever

So gently, thru crimson-edged clouds

Into the greene valley; let it slumber

Among daffodils and roses, an\' 

Myriad of other splendid flo\'ers;

Garland it with ev\'ry one of them!

 

While the land is weary, still

Half-asleep in the sapphire shadow,

Helios! Gracefully, pluck the stars 

Out of night sky, as the fair maiden

Collects flo\'ers for her beloved,

Garland Moon\'s childlike head;

The night surenders, in your embrace

Moon\'s pale beauty shines amber;

Day begins, anew, again!