Who saw the hid beginnings When Chaos and Order strove, Or who can date the morning. The purple flaming of love? I saw the hid beginnings When Chaos and Order strove, And I can date the morning prime And purple flame of love. Song breathed from all the forest, The total air was fame; It seemed the world was all torches That suddenly caught the flame. * * * Is there never a retroscope mirror In the realms and corners of space That can give us a glimpse of the battle And the soldiers face to face? Sit here on the basalt courses Where twisted hills betray The seat of the world-old Forces Who wrestled here on a day. * * * When the purple flame shoots up, And Love ascends his throne, I cannot hear your songs, O birds, For the witchery of my own. And every human heart Still keeps that golden day And rings the bells of jubilee On its own First of May.