Give him unto the sun
Its awesome touch could raise
Like the steam of a troubled water
That longed and loosed to the sky.
Give him unto the waters
Of the beasts that ply the current
Once it rekindled a dying light
That longed and loosed from grim.
If he ever sleeps in the moon
With the stars that twinkle the space
Its gentle light could tell
The path that gives to light.
Give him unto the flames
That billow unto the heavens
Times it wrung and squeezed
The fears of death to death.
And if he with pale repels
Like a child who resists being born
The clip of the wind
With the weight thereof would make.