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,