The sun in rivers does run, to its sea on the ground
wetting all around, reflected echoes resound, yet not a sound is found
Currents of light pour morning to night, islands of shade drowned
An incoming tide won\'t be denied under rule of Helios crowned
From below shadows grow, dark hands reach to the sky
Out of a star challis sip, firm in Isis grip, drink moon dreams supply
Drunk in sleep, images creep evaporated light sun\'s sea dry
a tomb turned womb, sleep deep with the queen on high