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!