Cosmos

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.