Hail to the merry lights
all blinking in the deep:
through waking and sleeping
what vigil they’re keeping!
Not tiring a whit
not even a breath:
not tiring a bit
not even in death.
Oh my great and glorious
King of all the merry Kings the
Earth has ever seen!
The just are songsters in the choir:
The pretty faces, straight and dire,
Singing nary a discordant note.
The world, she stands alive and—quote—
Alert in waiting all the while.