Stride forth, O Sun, in golden chariot so bright
while merry piping at the gates of dawn
is stirring present joy for future sight
of this day's past reworked when this today is gone.

Retire, O Sun, in fading hues of dimming light
while pleasant lulling at the doors of dusk
is calming down the overwhelming might
of present cares as grain is gathered from the husk.

Arise, O moon, in garb of changing hue in flight
while wondrous singing on the ways to love
is filling hearts with antidotes to fright
that now below will not be later on above.

Of all these many moments only some
are future memories that wait to come.