Who saw the hid beginnings When Chaos & Order strove? Or who can date the morning prime And purple flame of love? I saw the hid beginnings When Chaos & Order strove, And I can date the morning prime And purple flame of Love. Song breather from all the forest, The total air was fame; It seemed the world was all torches That suddenly caught the flame. Is there never a retroscope mirror In the realms & corners of space, That can give us a glimpse of the battle And the soldiers face to face? Sit here on the basalt ranges, Where twisted hills betray The feet of the world-old Forces Who wrestled here on a day. When the purple flame shoots up, And Love ascends his throne, I cannot hear your songs, o birds, For the witchery of my own. And every human heart Still keeps that golden day, And rings the bells of jubilee On its own First of May. |