Unto which pedestal dost thou stand?
And for whom doth thy splendour radiate?
Which fair spot doth thy moonlight shine,
That thy precious glory necessitate?
I ask humbly, and without the coercion of envy,
For thine wonderful goodness warms the Earth,
But I hope not frail thine conscience becomes,
For me, thou art both honey and the ocean’s surf.
The grand delights which flock to thee,
And which hunt insidious misery,
Do merge and toil till balance is content,
And natures clasp doth refuse to repent,
I thank Gaia, and I pray at her shrine,
With whispered yearning and love so sublime.
