There in the azure garden swirl
The golden dying blooms
Plucked from the mind of Jupiter
Festooning Gaia’s brow
And as she turns her face away
From his bright shining love
He sings to her his sad farewell
And sets, his heart at rest.
But in the darkness of the night
She restless dreaming lies
And kindles torches on her shores
In memory of him
The feeble mocking light they shed
Can never solace bring
But only weary vigil keep
Until the dawn again.
The cycle never ends, they say,
The learned and the wise
But never is the god’s own time
While man must mark the days
And in the tumbling circling spin
Hold in his heart this truth
Whatever priests and mummers say,
Infinity, outside, is blue.