Child-Gods alive forever;
Untouched by time,
Couplings that bind and sever
A throbbing rhyme.
They live in the woods
Rushing through the tree
Tops, they stood
Above heavyless, free
Wings fly day and night,
And then in the morning,
Entering the eastern light
Around there be dawning
Signs, be here again
Another cycle;a spell
Of theirs, unknown the plan
On it, what shall we tell ?