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!