Sisters shall rise in our places,
White-shimmering,
And in the song that the twilight eternally wafted,
In billows ever increasing,
Into spaces afresh and afresh they advance.
In a nebulous dust that arises,
The mystery's gleaming advance-guard.
DITHYRAMB OF THE WORLDS
The shimmering birth and the quenching
Of a million suns
'Mid the darkness of centuries flaking
In long and in speedy flashes,
Like to the lights that are mirrored
On the blade of a grafter's knife,
At every feverish move of the hand
Of the master.
Worlds that are following one on the other amid the mystery of time,
The mighty spring-tides of tropics eternal!
Carpet of mystical stairs!
Youth-bringing pulsings of blood!
Returning afresh and afresh,
Ever more spirit-like raging,
Whirlwind of passions!
