Tale of Archais

4 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS Conquering and to conquer earth ; Surge, a sea of fiery waves, Through the continent of graves, Bringing all the dead to birth ; Rage, a warrior-band, to bring Right and truth to everything, Burning sorrow into mirth, Cradling, like a child, delight Born from the Cimmerian darkness of the hollow womb of Night, By the father of the gods, And the seasons’ periods To Eternity, the ocean flooded with the river, Light Ouranos ! Wave wide thy pinions Azure in the azure air, Over the serene dominions That our love has made so fair : Hark, O Heaven ! Hail thy sister, Earth, ex- panding everywhere With the blossom of God’s smile. Hark, old Ouranos, awhile To the music welling up From the sea of molten glass,