Where'er thou walkest, thou strewest roses - Thornless and deep reds are they;
 Onto a beauteous path harmony thou leadest,
 Where waterfalls sing their hymns of appraisal.

 Germinate into green the sterile earth -
 Equiponderat'd new life against decay.

 Wash the macrocosm with morning dew -
 Aurora of the waterfalls' encircling rainbows.

 In the horizon the appearance of a blackening empyrean,
 furious whirling wind [bad word] by skies of dusk.

 In the lead - The Pale Horse - pulling a cart of dead deities -
 The beautiful colors are drift'd away.

 Black Asphodels ascend from the overcloud d livid blossom;
 [bad word] covering acherontic the land that was thought everlasting.