Of the suns of the firmament
Never return again
As through the sky he raged
And no gull remains
The moon overlapping
As the canopies burn away

Great hull on the waves

To repeat its call
And blacken the air
No sound escapes

And the home life of a love
And the world unmade
Of a sun that is reddening
The long white clouds
Like a robin's breast
From the night to come
For the ancient boughs
And no lioness boards a last

With his hook and blade
That close, that close
Only now would you long
Who will never return again?
As forests bow
No child at all would wake to the light
On a world that will
And the arc-lights fade