The sun that is granting a shade
In time 'f ceremonial leisure,
And ashes content with their faith
That they will receive resurrection,
And faces of iron chimeras,
Age-frozen on their shoulders.
And barefoot heavenly angels,
That keep dancing on burning candles,
And brittle stone walls of the houses,
That turned more transparent than ice.
And white flock of pale apparitions,
That is gone without a trace,
And wild avid fire that's forgotten
From where it ought to start,
And barefoot heavenly angels,
Still dancing on bright burning candles.