Who saw the hid beginnings
        When Chaos and Order strove,
Or who can date the morning.
        The purple flaming of love?

I saw the hid beginnings
        When Chaos and Order strove,
And I can date the morning prime
        And purple flame of love.

Song breathed 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 and corners of space
That can give us a glimpse of the battle
        And the soldiers face to face?

Sit here on the basalt courses
        Where twisted hills betray
The seat 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.